The woman's voice grabbed his attention as he reached for another fruit and Cam stopped short, looking down in response to the sound. He grinned a little and he huffed a laugh. "Sorry about that," he called back down. "I probably could use some help getting them back," he added, reaching for that same fruit again and picking it off the tree. "Catch?" he asked and waited for her to appear ready for it before he dropped it down. That had spent all of the fruit in his general vicinity and Cam wasn't feeling especially daring about reaching for ones that he might have to lean at all to grab. Instead, once he'd let go of the fruit, he shifted on the branch and climbed back down.
Wiping his hands on the seat of his pants, he offered a hand to her to shake. "Hi, I'm Cam. Sorry about the mango rain," he said with a small smile. He thought he'd seen her a few times on the network, but he wasn't sure he'd actually talked to her. If he had, he'd forgotten about it.
He had no idea whose shirt it was that he'd snatched on the way out, off the jungle floor near the camp discarded unceremoniously, but he'd needed something to carry the fruit in and he'd already given his shirt away to one of the women in the camp. Hopefully, if they did happen to notice its disappearance, they wouldn't be too upset once he returned it and they saw what it had been needed for at the time. Cam let his hand fall away from their handshake and he tugged the t-shirt out of the back pocket of his jeans where it had been tucked while he'd been climbing and he started to tie off the end of it to make a crude sort of bag in which he could carry at least most of the mangoes.