"Ra<b>m</b>ac not Ranac." Comes a voice just off to Oscar's left.  It's definitely of a woman and from around these parts with a heavy Colombian accent.  While her accent is heavy her English is still clear.  She's clearly fluent in the foreign language.  Out of the densely packed jungle she grabs a branch, peeling it to the side to allow her to introduce herself more formally.  Before them stands a beautiful Colombian woman that stands at 6'3" including the four inch heels she has on her black boots.  She's clad in a violet, metallic-colored body-sheath that covers from the top of her head down into her boots.  The cowl on top of her head allows her long, nigh-black (deep brown) locks to spill out of the back and down to just above her firm rear.  Her lips are painted red and her eyes are nearly as dark a brown as her hair.  The cowl itself only leaves her eyes to be seen as well as her lower cheeks, her jaw, the tip of her nose, and plush lips.<br/><br/>Matching her black, knee-high boots are a pair of elbow-length, black, wet-look lycra gloves with holes cut into the very tips of her fingers leaving bare the last knuckle down to the tip of her fingernails.  They're not painted but are in excellent shape.  Finally around her waist she wears a black sash.  Her eyes flit to the two they've captured and lets a small smile curl over the corners of her lips.  They're going to<i>freak out</i>just seeing her.  Not that she could blame them.  "I would not mess with him.  Or her.  Never seen Ramac myself." She admits eying each of the people gathered, paying particular attention to the males.  "You are correct," she rolls the two r's in correct, "Yucuma<i>is</i>directly that way.  Though I would not suggest going into the territory.  Anything or anyone that scares the cartel should scare you." Including her.<br/><br/>The Colombian heroine eyes the two captives once more.  She's almost certain that none of these people will like her suddenly showing up so she explains. "I have been--how do you say?--battling? The cartel here for quite a long time.  I am here to investigate more of this Ramac when I see a plane crashing into the jungle.  Not every day we see a plane pass over.  So I look for it.  I heard the explosion only moments ago and thought the worst." She pauses explaining what brought her here specifically, eying each of the people carefully before continuing.  "I am Voltaje." (Pronounced "Bolt-Ah-hay")