The Spaniard started to slowly walk besides María, adjusting his jacket and beanie due to the cold athmosphere. They did it, he thought they would just splash agaisnt the floor and not get up, but, he was wrong...and for once that was good. He then quickly reunited all of the used parachutes that were near, trying to find any good spot to either bury or burn them, finally pressing them together in a knot and starting to dig a hole: Not very deep, but deep enough for the parachutes to go in, with his hands, covering it back again with dirt and stones.

[color=00a651][b]"Ugh..."[/b][/color] he said, looking at his now dirty and numb hands, shaking his head before looking around once again, trying to see which direction they were going to go "Yeah...safehouse, I wouldn't mind a tea or something..." he chuckled, not saying it to anyone in particular, just expressing his thoughts and standing straight once again.

[color=00a651][b]"So, erhm...yeah, just french [i]mademoiselle[/i] María..."[/b][/color]