"So, you heard it too," she whispered softly to Lorencio so her voice wouldn't overpower the odd sound. She tried to reach out for her rifle as she patted her back but she sighed, she remembered that the only item she possess of actual threat was a a map. Gilda slowly pulled out her map, even though it was idiotic, it was all she could do for the moment. She'll figure out something, she is the vector of protection.