76 isn't sure they should be trying to hunt this thing, but he's not about to let Azúcar off on her own, especially not when it's so easy to get lost and he's pretty sure they're being followed. He clutches his gun a little tighter, the comforting weight a good distraction from the throbbing pain of his body armor digging under his skin, the way his mask is cutting into his face. Together helps, too, the reminder that he's responsible for someone else's life, too. He's not going to let anything happen to either of them, if he can help it. That's the point of staying close.

"There's something here."

He's sure of that much, and he's reacting accordingly, hair on the back of his neck standing on end, entire body bracing itself for the thing to make itself known, even if he can't see it.

"It's not pinging on my scanner."