OOC: I'm sorry, Rick, I'd meant to reply to JD but somehow it didn't get into my last post. :(<br/><br/>Rachel looked out towards where Oscar was pointing, peeling back the wrapper on another power bar as she replied, "I honestly have no idea. If you really want my guess, though, I'd be thinking some kind of mutant power, largely because of what you got from that totem earlier. I can't think of anything else to explain it as alive unless it was a focus for someone, maybe Ramac, to...hmm...'displace' their conciousness, maybe just their awareness, through."<br/><br/>She paused, taking a bite of the power bar. Rachel stood easily, her free hand resting casually on her rifle where hung on it's strap in front of her. She didn't need to the same kind of rest as a normal human, as most of the team knew; as a side effect of her regenerative abilities, Rachel's body was constantly working to 'reset to default', clearing lactic acid, repairing the micro-tears and fractures of strenuous activity, and all the myriad other little things that added up to physical fatigue in a normal body. It didn't require fuel, per se, but it always left Rachel hungry and vaguely bad after healing an injury if she didn't have enough to eat, like the gun shots to her thigh earlier. She carried a few extra protein bars for the big calorie boost as a result.<br/><br/>"I'm far from an expert, though I don't think any of us can really pretend to be where this Ramac character is concerned. I really hope we get solid permission to investigate, at least from the Pentagon even if they can't get us support from the Bolivians. Like you said, if they are shooting down planes and collecting supers in there, someone needs to take a look. I'll admit, I'd love to do someting real, too, instead of another PR stunt." Rachel glances over and gives Oscar a wry, slightly sheepish grin, "I'm not talking about this last mission, of course. Disaster relief is good work, but if I have to cut one more ribbon on some defense contractors new real estate..."