It was an inevitability that Five would return here eventually. Recent events have proven that there's still something left to this spot that warrants a closer look, though honestly... that's mostly an excuse. A part of him just needed a breather away from everyone. There's hardly a room in that old farmhouse that isn't crawling with people, and as much as he's tried keeping an eye on his sister, there's other complications with being around her. He can't focus like he should. There's only so much he can keep from her, and he doesn't really want to, but it's a delicate balance that gets harder to maintain when there's so many people around trying to throw him off.

So of course there's another man in the exact spot he was hoping would be empty at this time of day. Five doesn't immediately recognize him, but the way he's dressed immediately draws his attention. He frowns when he addresses him. Has he heard that voice before? There's been more than one newcomer in the past handful of days, and it seems even more suspicious to find one by the lake.

He doesn't answer right away. Almost turns around or teleports back before he can get another word in, but instead he steps forward with his hands in his pockets.

"Is that what you're doing?"