Carr watched first Gibs, and then Violet, run away. He was thankful he wasn't an empath; even just smelling a faint trace of emotion in the air was bad enough, tensions were clearly running high.
He stood up as Jason hit the sand, taking a step forward, ready to interfere again if he needed to. But, clearly that was all Gibney felt was neccessary.
Sighing once again, Carr lay down, and this time, closed his eyes. Dietre was welcome to join him; if not, Carr would enjoy this little snatch of freedom while it lasted.