His hand is easy to lift and turn as he keeps his arm relaxed with his elbow propped on his duffle bag. Between her growl and the very angry Spanish she unleashes, Benjiro’s focus shifts only to Sadie with a wilting word, “Sadie...” Any of the words he would have said after are interrupted when she shoves his left shoulder. Supported, the mild sprain did not hurt, but having the anterior to posterior force translating through the joint is an unexpected stress to it. Not braced for it, he squints one eye shut with tension as he croaks out a sound that starts high and ends low with a slowed exhale to end it.

His voice is softer as he opens his eye and replies, “...yes, I could have been. But there’s no one I would have asked to go looking around in there. We need as much information as we can get.”