Asia sighed, looking to the fox with a palpable scepticism. "I have had stones thrown at me, and I have been shot at, my friends are dead and my life is ruined, somebody is trying to hurt me." He looked to the camp, slowly coming into form, "and I do not do manual labour. I can supervise, I can oversee, I can tell that we dont just need a camp, but food and defence systems; however I will not be taking part in any 'getting hands dirty' activities," looking at his paws he could see dirt intertwined with his fur, and pressed against his pads, "no matter how dirty my hands may be."
Once his hands were thoroughly examined, he stretched one out to Philly. "Oh by the way, I'm Asia... Asia Kali. It's a pleasure to meet you, dear boy."