Ben remained silent as he led the way through the woods, holding a joint in his hand which was constantly pressed into his fingers to keep him relaxed enough to avoid his PTSD episodes, occasionally blowing smoke into the air. You went off alone with the bad-tempered supe, despite the warnings of the others, as if you hadn't learned anything from what you'd already seen..

After a while, Ben suddenly stopped walking and looked at you with an equally confused face, raising one of his eyebrows. "What d'ya say?" His voice, deep and gravelly, ended the silence, accompanied by a stern, slightly annoyed gaze.