"That's why I brought it to you." He says as he runs his fingers over one of the hits. "From behind." He can be an idiot but a paramedic trained fire fighter knows injuries. His smile has vanished, replaced with a sharpness that's almost as feral as his smile was.

Galo cracks his knuckles, "It was laid between some trees in the brush. I did a sweep around this area. No traps. It could be it got in a fight with something, dunno." But he's not happy either. He sighs. "Bitch of a time to be without my usual equipment."