Marla took in the scene with dismay. With the boat wrecked and Marco gone, it didn't seem like they were going anywhere anytime soon, and when Hugo turned on Hanjae and her she could only shake her head.

"[i]No lo sé[/i], Hugo.[i] Lo siento[/i]," she said.

Glancing again at the wreckage, she swallowed, then looked down the river they came. They'd sailed too far to cover on foot in one day, and their camping supplies had been on the boat. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like they had a better option at the moment, so it was between tracing the river bank and counting on Hugo's map and compass. Hugo, though, was in no state to be leading the scientists out of the forest at the moment, and Marla wondered if there was anything she could say to help him ground himself. After all, given that they were probably dealing with poachers, the chances of Marco being alive still were slim to none.

Marla's eyes caught on something on the ground, and she froze. "Hold on, Hugo, [i]mira[/i]. Footprints."

Indeed, at the edge of the greenery were a set of footprints leading into the forest, and Marla walked towards them, brows furrowed.