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Kaveri dug a hand in her pocket, sifting around before getting a palmful of those few little bits that she found earlier that night. The bloody, fleshlike bits -- no larger than a dime, seemingly composed mostly of skin, and covered in bits of green lint from the woman's hoodie -- shone grimly in the bright light surrounding the gate area. "These," she said, holding her hand out. "Amongst other things, too. I figured the Doc would wanna analyze this stuff or something."

"I don't have a clue, I found 'em digging in the dirt," she said, opening up her hand and dropping the pieces into the first bag. Once they're deposited, she promptly wipes her hand on her jeans. She next reached into her pocket to pull out the muddy hat, floppy and soaked with rainwater and God knows what else, dropping it into the second bag with a wet, heavy-sounding noise. "You wouldn't happen to have anything I could wash my hands with, would you?"

"Oh, and one more thing -- this part of a shirt, my friend here wants to see what's up with it." She hands over the torn up, blood-stained remains of the shirt Zach gave her moments earlier. "Maybe that'll help clear stuff out, yeah?"

She angled her head at Markerson, making her neck look crooked, as she looked him up and down with her dead-looking, silver eyes. "I'm not gonna lie to ya, man," she said to the guard, "but I think it was just a really bad case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. But yeah, I was there."

Zach glanced at Kaveri nervously, feeling somewhat exposed in nothing but pants. The plainly colored towel he'd used for a makeshift shirt was lost to a greedy branch way back in the jungle. He realized he hadn't been in that same spot for two months, back when the island was not yet his prison.

He soon became preoccupied with noticing the large and unfriendly weapons the guards carried. To Zach, the big guns look designed for causing an unpleasantly slow and painful death. His tail grew more rigid where it lay behind him, a signal that stress was high. Their obvious jab at Kaveri was closely punctuated by a bizarre hissing that escaped Zach's mouth before he clamped over it with his right hand.

"Not if you were trying to hide something. You know, that wouldn't be very subtle. You're trying to make it look like you actuall give a ******** about the doctor."

Markerson shot him a look. "Please, don't start with them. Not like you really care, either. You're just pissed that we're stuck out here."

The bigger guard stepped forward to speak his mind, but Markerson stopped him. "We just can't go back inside until this mess is handled. Look, you should probably go."

He shot a look his buddy when called to the lab techs on his radio, reporting the evidence.

Zach had let his hand drop back to his side when he was sure he was no longer hissing. This was just too much for him. Aubrey was attacked? His first thought was honestly 'So what?' He was starting to regret having not buried the damn piece of shirt. What sort of blood could possibly have been on him?

He gave Kaveri a nod, still feeling like his tongue was in a knot of sorts. He gave one last wide-eyed stare to the guards before walking along to catch up to Kaveri's pace.