[Pyotr is on the island, sitting down. He isn't wearing his gloves, and keeps idly raking his fingers through the sand, digging little trenches. There's blood in his hair and on his jacket, but he doesn't appear to be in pain.

He looks up when he hears someone coming and scrambles to his feet when he sees that it's Walter. After swaying for a moment, he trots over to meet him half way with a grin. Did they have an argument a few days ago? Pyotr, generous soul that he is, is willing to pretend it never happened, especially as he knows he has to keep him away from Malcolm. And he and Erskine can still poison him, if they have to...]

Walter! Oh, thank goodness. Your Buddha came through, I see! I'm sorry if I gave you a fright, but see, you really needn't have worried.

[He looks Walter over, checking for cuts or any signs of pain.]