Huaisang nods thoughtfully, brow still furrowed with earnest worry. "If ... if people don't want to be assigned sections ..." The people here do not strike Huaisang as being amenable to being assigned sections, which is understandable because every last one of them looks to him like a convict, with their short-cropped hair. "Perhaps everyone could at least note ... on the message board ... before they go out about which way they intend to go, and then when they get back they could note down how far they went and what they found there. So that way we ... we know if someone doesn't come back, we know where they went, and we know where people have already gone."

His voice gets increasingly quiet as he goes on, breath coming quicker as his nerves rise. If he absolutely must offer a suggestion he wants to minimize that suggestion as much as possible. The last thing he wants is anyone thinking that he's helpful. They might expect him to do things.