"I checked. They wouldn't have tracked back to anything. It was probably refugees, people escaping the fighting. At least they had to sense to set them."

He thinks that's enough. York seems to accept it. He should have been better than that. He can't afford to give that much away again. Not now.

He climbs back up onto the Mongoose. "Sounds good. See how they handle setting up a new camp, sentries. Be good for them."