He was lucky she was in, since these days she was spending as little time as necessary in her hut, trying to... keep herself occupied. She was having difficulties in getting her mind the way it had been before the island so cunningly reminded her what was and wasn't here. So Trixa was often out, windsurfing, visiting dinosaur territory, heaven forbid, even exercising. Anything to exhaust her so she could fall asleep at night and not dream.

However, today was different, today she was decanting and straining the bottles of infused vodka she'd set aside to steep a week ago. She was slowly working up an inventory, not that she knew what she'd do with it aside from donate it to the bars and clubs on the island, but that was a problem for later. And hearing the knock on the door, she was happy enough to set it aside for later, relieved to have a distraction, however momentary come right up to her doorstep.

"Hey, neighbor." As usual, she was glad to see Ishiah, even if the expression on his face seemed a little too serious for just a casual visit. "Finally come to tour the remolded digs?"