Masina's head is submerged in the water for a full minute before she emerges and lifts her tunic to dry her face as she turns to face the men.<br/><strong><br/>"What I expect,"</strong>Masina explains in the tone of a mother scolding a smart-mouthed child as she stares down Quintus.<strong>"Are swarms of mosquitoes and flies. I expect worms, ants, tadpoles, frogs, snakes, mice, rats, birds and even fish.  What we have here, are bees. Just bees. Nothing else. Not even a dragonfly along the river bank is what we have."</strong><br/><br/>Pointing up to the outpost she goes on.<strong>"And there, someone made an effort to find a small thing. Someone searched inside bottles and mattresses and didn't find it. And then didn't bother to look anyplace else."<br/></strong><br/>Arching a brow into an accusing point she asks,<strong> "What would you expect that means?"</strong>