Destin huffs. "I'm no baby." He watches her check the clumps of leaves, sigjing a bit. "Hopefully there is something out here." He comments softly as he runs his hand across a mossy tree, feeling the small waterdroplets that had accumulated through the day. He shines his light across the base of the tree and bends down. He finds a few leaves and plucks them, setting them in his pouch.