Desmond was more directly walking, only occasionally looking askance at Nida. His eyes were moving fast as they scoped out the area with sharp focus. He was a reasonably built guy but there was nothing that screamed threat about him, except for how he seemed to absorb the area with the swiftness of someone trained for it. It wasn't a casual 'oh what's that' look. It was 'how many places can I hide if I need to stab someone' look.

At least when he glanced at Nida his eyes softened. He was less Assassin and more Desmond when interacting directly with people. As unpracticed as he felt like he was at the moment.

"Fine, I can do the rowing, you can do the pointing, if it becomes a thing." It seemed like a fair trade. Rowing he could do. "This lack of computer thing is going to kill me, but it's not like I can Google where the fuck we are." Desmond had only a few skills of his own, including computers, so unless he could get the ingredients for a Sex on the Beach, he wasn't going to be much help.