Storm Watch Butte A little party never killed nobody.

as it turns out, confusion is a universal language.

soto hangs back, impatient -- their shared glances have him on edge.

he is about to speak again when the amazon emphatically says 'yes'! this word soto knows, and his hopeful expression lights up into one of triumph. yes! she has seen sangre and any second now she will show him where she has gone.

but she does the opposite. rather than lead him away, she expectantly presses close. this is not what people traditionally do when they possess the whereabouts of a missing person; it's soto's turn to be dumbfounded.

this makes no sense. soto stares between the two of them, working out how on earth he can convey that sangre is missing.

the cogs turn for at least a minute before soto speaks again. his expression conveys as sense of frustration as he thumbs at them both and stands up, turning around to verapaz.

several steps in he stops and jerks his head: follow me.