It's only by chance that Blake's got any connections at all being similarly new. Viktor happened to be a friend of a friend, more or less, and when Blake had decided enough was enough where it concerned these disappearances, he'd sought to provide solutions in one of the few ways he knows how.

Now, itching and burning and aching and cursing, he's questioning his ability to do even that. At this point he's worried he might have only volunteered to be some sacrificial lamb. A lamb to the slaughter regardless.

"There's a signal," he says, braced heavily. Everything is damp and he's crawled over with chills as he looks to Jayden. "Gotta— keep it goin'. So people can find us." But he's twitching and dehydrated and so utterly drained he's having a hard time moving ahead.

"Which way are our people?"