"I'm following my nose," Famine called back, in her best Toucan Sam impression. "Or rather, my brain." She glanced around, peering deeper into the lengthening shadows. "Where are you," she muttered, tromping further ahead and peering into the underbrush.
"See, if this is what I think it is," she called back to JJ. "Then I've seen this before, and there's one way to solve it." She withdrew from the bushes, hands firmly on her hips. "I know you're out there," she called. "Come out or I'm coming in after you."