Gordon raced towards the brush and crouched, peering through the undergrowth, at a woman kneeling down holding a dead bird with wonder in her eyes. Why was she so infatuated with that dead bird? Then it struck him. This girl was from the underlands; her face was streaked with mud and she wore the insignia of colony 12 (which was underground, if he remembered correctly). He crouched forward a little bit more to get a better look at her.<br/><br/>"I think she heard me," Gordon said to himself. "But I don't know if I can trust her..."<br/><br/>Suddenly the brush gave way and he tumbled into the clearing right in front of her.