To Felix's unluck, after he'd settled down in the cabin, he'd kicked back and cracked open his halfway frozen bottle of water. The cold clear liquid rushed down his throat and quenched his unattended thirst. Soon after, two of the people from the dock showed up; the only other weird girl in the top hat who'd arrived after he did was sitting down and, next to her, the loud-mouthed hayseed guy whom Felix started suspecting was some sort of stalker or womanizer, or at least a creeper in some dimension, judging from his actions on the dock. He'd tried smooth-talking his way with the girl with her cold expression rejecting him quite obviously. Felix respected the guy with that sort of oblivious and persistent attitude, but that girl so badly looked like she wanted to drop him right there before he said another word.
The girl herself looked like she'd seen better days, definitely not the most gourgeous Felix encountered in his travels, but she did have that charm that athletic women seemed to possess. Felix remained impartial at her looks, at least for now. Felix would have enjoyed watching the girl drop-kicking the dude who looked like he was hitting on her, but Felix could tell from that look in her eyes.
"Hey buddy, I don't think she wants to be bothered right now." Felix said. "I may have at least a hundred pounds more on her, and Arceus knows muscle mass," he rolled up his parka and shirt sleeve to flex, showing a good amount of veiny muscle underneath his fatty arm. "But I still think she'd kick my ass, let alone your scrawny one." He rolled his sleeve back down, patting his belly. "I'm just telling you for your own good," he finished and resumed chugging water from his bottle.