"I think you'll have a harder time convincing the town of that."

Miguel comes with a crappy killer's instinct, turns out. Part of the reason he kept to himself was not enjoying rowdiness that rippled through the depressed workers of the town - sometimes coworkers of his. He was more academic than a brawler, although his build and cold demeanor did well to disguise that. He holds his chin pensively.

"Well, the noise of the drone didn't scare them like an animal would be. And attacks are reported from the forest, right? It's not like they're hunting people in the town. They could see the woods as their territory. That'd be reason enough."

The drone appears as a blinking, green light in the fog before its body is visible. It flies above them in the canopy, only lowering itself once it's located its little plastic landing pad, able to maneuver well despite the fog. Once the rotors stop, he turns it off and starts to pack up. Miguel does not allow himself the moment of pride from his invention working exactly as planned. That can come later.

"We should review the footage back in the truck."

He glances back from where the drone came. It's not impossible for it to have been followed by the dancers if it caught their attention.