Camping was nothing new to Rauri either, even though it wasn't something he did religiously, still, a plane crash? That was a different scenario. Being a field photographer for the National Geographic, he'd traveled to and stayed in many places, having to camp out for animals and different sceneries, but this was different. Suddenly hearing a voice close to him startled him again, although he just smiled a little and nodded. "I haven't heard any predators that make that sound before, so maybe it's a machine." Or at least he tried to tell himself anyways, offering her a little, close lipped smile against the pain in his head he was feeling. "Hi Honey, I'm Rauri." The Irishman introduced himself, his thick accent noticeable with every word he spoke. "I guess you're right, about the no sleep thing.."