Heron Lake Plateau alright, i'm lying, it's pleather

As much as she liked Hydra and loved Tegan, Towhee didn't catch much of what either one said past, "He found Titmouse..." It was as if all her neurons came to a screeching halt. She froze, eyes glazing with a faint red mist at the edges so that their moving lips became a blur. Utterly oblivious to Niamh's hysterical reaction beside her, the mercenary simply stood there like a stone statue. A movie reel played in her mind and only when it came to its grim conclusion did she snap out of it and look sharply at her companions.

Of course they wouldn't lie to her, yet Towhee couldn't help the incredulity. "Screech is alive? How?" The images flashed in her head again. She'd not only torn out his throat, she'd pitched him into the sea from a great height. "Fuck," she spat, momentarily at a loss for words otherwise.