The explosion from their helicopter crash destroyed half a field. Nobody in your village wants them here, but since one of them got injured in the crash it'll be a day or two before they leave. It's evening now, and his footsteps thud softly behind you on the wooden floor as you show him your hut, one of the ones him and his friends will occupy. Santiago stops in the doorway to look at you, hands in his pockets before he holds up a wad of cash Take it, for your troubles. And I'm sorry.