"I enjoy the occasional cup of coffee," Mathias agrees, looking through the trees as well. He stops when Veronica does, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder unconsciously, a gesture he's used on his brother, on friends, on Jeff, even. It's a question, almost, his fingers resting lightly, waiting for her to tell him if she's seen something.

She doesn't need to. A second later he sees something, too, and his head tilts as he peers into the jungle. "Is it..." But he can't be sure what he's seeing.