Oscar was busy shredding shirts, pants, coats, anything big enough to suit the corpses to use as a pall when the man burst out from the jungle. Oscar dropped his things, looking left and right at his various squadmates, a confused look on his face that matched theirs... Why was this man in the middle of the jungle? Slowly, Oscar found his feet and went over to the frantic man, resting one hand on the Hispanic man's arm... It was intended to calm him down, but Oscar also intended to read the man's thoughts, or at least get some insight into what sort of emotions the man was feeling. His body was tingling in alarm, only because it was such an odd coincidence in a string of odd coincidences. It would pay to be cautious.<br/><br/>"Dime qué ha pasado con su esposa, señor," he said to the man. "Tell me what has happened to your wife," he said, repeating in English for the sake of his comrades.