Oleander felt different kinds of eyes on their back, but they ignored them seeing as they were, for now, friendly. They silently surveyed the area, nothing but green and brown filling their vision for the most part. Their antennae served as a second pair of eyes, swaying to and fro around their blind spots to pick up anything, anything at all...

They quickly turned to their right.

If any of them were to look, they would have seen nothing but a harmless line of bushes and trees undulating in the soft wind. Still, Oleander was fixated. They tapped at the sides of their helmet, a decrescendoing series of gentle beeps following it. Then they stuck out a hand and motioned towards the van, their line of sight refusing to leave where they stared.

"What is it?" Matias asked, trying to get a look.

He could barely move a foot from where he stood before Oleander suddenly leaped in front of him, forcing a swear out of his lips. The moth placed a finger in front of their proboscis before signalling towards the van and sneaking behind it.