Dugan nods, and waits, tense, as the two men step up to them. After some seconds looking them over, one says, "Have either of you seen anything... unusual?"<br/><br/>Dugan's skin crawls as he wonders if he would indeed be considered unusual in this place. He is keenly aware of the sloshing water in his clothing, even though the outermost layers have mostly dried. He looks at the men in front of him, and squeezes Mohan's arm tightly.