There's a quiet sort of nervousness that's filtered into the air, Red notices.

Though he isn't sure why just yet. It occurs that perhaps not everyone on the beach has seen him yet, Feliks may be one of them. The thought is gone just as quickly as he looks up in time to see a cloud that looks vaguely like a Spearow drift by overhead.

The word towel catches him from cloud-watching though and he nods. When Feliks moves to rummage in his rather large bag, Red takes a moment to consider that yes, Feliks might be a boy. Who knew another guy could look so nice in ladies' swimwear? unbothered by the revelation, he takes the towel with a smile, having to whip it behind his back as a flapping Pidgey goes by, and lands on the ground. Red points at it authoritatively. "Nike, this isn't mine, you can't take it. Understand?"

Staring a Red a few seconds, she puffs up before going to grooming. About as close to a yes as he'll get for today. "Dunno what it is about this island but she's just being terrible today..." That's said absently as Red stretches out the towel and sits down with a sigh.

"Thanks. I haven't been able to sit down since I got here."