Every time we do this, we get more questions instead of answers. I'm about ready to develop oracular clairvoyance just to cut some bloody corners.

[Zeke huffs, then decides to go west, because there's a gentle breeze and that seems like some sort of clue. Jean's thoughts aside, he seems inclined to take the lead.]

I'm a bit tougher than I was last time we went out, so don't worry about me.