Miguel had risen when Sean and Leto entered, looking them over distrustfully until he noticed the priest shuffling in behind them. With a protectiveness inherent to his nature, he had even quickly inserted himself between the newcomers and the body. "/Are they here for...?/" he inquired of the priest, understanding that the man had no idea what he was saying but saying it anyway. But he couldn't bring himself to say that Lottie was dead.
Peter was exhausted after the walk, but he smiled politely at Miguel. "It's okay. They're here to help."
Miguel took the gentle words to be some sort of reassurance, apparently, for he turned his gaze towards Leto. At least she knew Spanish. He took a moment to scrub his hands through his hair before answering her, making it an even more unruly mess than it had been before.
"/No,/" Miguel said pointedly. "/I tried to wake her up. I thought maybe.../" Both his gaze and his voice softened noticeably, and he half-turned to look down at Lottie again.