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No one argued with her, nor proposed an alternative course of action. Tegan did point out the futility of their search and Towhee sighed. "I know," she acknowledged, trying and failing to hide her frustration, "but I still th—" She cut off abruptly, her head turning very, very, very slowly in Colt's direction. It probably would've been a comical sight, if not for the heavy circumstances.

"Did you just...?" she eventually found her voice, then blinked hard and tried again in ptero. -You know ptero?- Towhee didn't even give him time to react. Although it was not the time, nor the place, she suddenly whacked him (companionably [but probably harder than was strictly necessary...]) on the shoulder and simply signed a very sincere, -Thank you.-

But they needed to focus on the hunt now. Their prey was almost certainly going to give them the slip but, "We have to give one last push. If we don't find anything, we'll reconvene in a day or so, then decide what to do from there. C'mon," she tacked on, turning to Niamh and motioning for her to follow before pausing to sign, -Be careful,- to the boys.