"Stranger shit's happened," Felix pointed out with a shrug, moving to Lennon and holding his phone to the other one out of curiosity, just to see if there was any variance, close enough that he could bounce the tip of the cigarette lightly against Lennon's shoulder with a little keen tongue maneuvering.
Jack was looking at the ground now, frowning as if he could somehow Sherlock his way around a mental reenactment of what had happened the night before, but really just not sure what to do. "Can you guys tell if there's any sign of what did this to them last night? Tracks or anything?"
"Sure, just let me pull out my trusty dusty Pocket Apache," Felix retorted, not exactly snidely, but unable to help a snort.
"Is that an actual thing?" Jack replied with interest, completely nonplussed. "Or...oh, you meant, like...a little Indian in the Cupboard dude you just bloop." He offered an exaggerated motion of putting a teeny person into his front jeans pocket, then grinned and shook his head at Felix's knowing nod.