Sparrow gave Alejo what could best be read as the exasperated look. "Alejo. If I say, 'Marina's assignment', what I mean is 'Marina's assignment'." He reached across the table and patted Alejo's cheek twice, a little on the rough side but not enough to really hurt. "You're pretty, mijo, but you aren't very smart."
He picked up Marina's bones, counted them out, and dropped them carefully into their bag. Alejo's were in a pile, which meant it took him a moment longer to realise the hummingbird was missing. He arched an eyebrow. "We'll talk about el colibrà when Marina's on her way."
The rest of Alejo's bones were deposited neatly into the bag beside Marina's, and then Sparrow was gesturing toward the back room once more. "Let's go digging and we'll talk while we dig. I'm sure you fuckers know what we're looking for."