While listening to Tim he looked surprised. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to offend you. It's just.....I haven't met any other ferals.... ever. And I didn't know if you could swim.....as a feral I mean." As they walked further, the bushes got thicker at some places and they tore more holes in Bing's already torn blue jeans and his light blue t-shirt. The small words "department of mental health" on the front, and "Patient" printed bigger on the back where almost faded. He didn't wear any socks or shoes, he already lost them on the open sea. "Oh my.... at this rate there won't remain anything of my clothes." He looked at his clothes, but didn't seem to worry about it. "As long as I'm decent, right?" He smiled as if he was teasing Tim. "Are we still going in the right direction? I didn't got this far last time, because I was afraid I would get lost and didn't know the way back."