Coop had developed a routine that began with a morning jog, in part to surmise what new and crazy things had happened during the night. The large cat tracks trailing away from Uniform-1 suggested that the island had a new resident, and Coop feared to see what lay inside.
Carefully, he pushed open the door, expecting to find the same ruin that had littered Drina's apartment. He was pleasantly surprised to find the small cottage intact -- although his relief vanished as he discovered the cat had left behind a victim.
Pushing caution aside, he hurried into the kitchen and instantly reached out for a pulse. Before his hand made contact, however, the man stirred slightly, and Coop released a breath: he was alive, and that was very, very good news. There were no obvious wounds on him...a fortunate thing, considering the large knife laying on the ground beside him. Coop took a moment to gently place the knife on the counter, well out of the way of any flailing or panic that might occur.
"Hey," he murmured softly, reaching out to touch the man's shoulders in a gentle nudge. "Hey, are you okay?"