Thorfinn had remained sitting when the other man made his way in. Whittling away at what would eventually be a sun-compass. The blonde only looked up when he saw the man lift the charcoal and start to draw. The knife and wooden chunk of debarked branch remained in his hands as he pushed off the chair to move closer. Though he could see just fine in the darkened room, he still wanted to see what the man was adding closer.

He stepped up behind the other louder than he would like. He was still adjusting to the strange boots and it effected his once silent steps. He was a man of small stature, only standing about five foot four. His long blonde hair was plaited loosely at both sides, it half covered the scar down the scar on his right cheek and chunk of his left ear missing. But, the clothes he wore, a tank top and gray scrub pants, left most of his scars reveled.

Looking at it he easily realized it was a body of water just by the lines. He looked to the other man, his brown eyes curious as he had not seen this stream yet.

"ám eða straum" He asked, before trying to think of the English words in case. "Water? Straum?" His accent made the words harder, but he was a sailor at heart, he wanted to know where all the water may be. An idle hope of eventually being able to find a way to sail home if a chance ever arises. He knew it was a useless dream, but he was still hopeful.