Olhal noticed Shana, a little too late, as she was walking away. He decided he might as well follow her; he was hopelessly lost anyway. After a moment, he called out, "Where you headed?" and came closer; he decided to follow her, if only then he wouldn't be hopelessly lost.
Fyroh sighed, leaning against a tree. He wondered where Saphir had gone. He pulled out his radio, and attempted a transmission; a loud screeching coming from it, then a spark, showed that it was broken. With a long string of curses, he threw the useless thing against a tree, and held his rifle, walking through the forest; hoping not to encounter any rebels.