Yes, there was nothing boring. Unfortunately, he didn't want "not boring." He wanted cooperation. He had moved there for the sole purpose of discovering the genetic cause for these strange happenings, and now the residents were running scared like children at the doctor's office. It was absolutely ridiculous.
Just as he was about to continue on this train of thought, something stopped Archer dead in his tracks. His muscles stiffened as he looked down, seeing Isobel casually resting her head on his shoulder. His breath hitched in his chest as he shifted, trying both to accommodate and distance her at the same time. He only succeeded in making himself more comfortable, at which point he gave up.
"Yes," he said dryly. "They were enormous. I believe one of them attacked one of my group members, I wasn't watching." Because he didn't quite care. She had survived, so what was the point? "That is why I was the 'seeker.' The fish couldn't see me, so they wouldn't be able to harm me." He sighed, reaching up to drag a hand over his face. It had been a terrible night.