[Phoenix, having walked over to Truth's body in the time it took for Stoneface to make his arrival, makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. Hunkering down, he reaches out to lightly touch the dead man's chest with his fingertips, gently exploring the edge of the wound.]

He's been dead a couple hours at least. Whatever it was did this did it fast and hard. [He tilts his head, sniffs a little.] Can't smell anyone around ain't already named themselves. Chapel, Geranium, you two. The kid.

[He remains crouched by the body for a moment, silent, then stands and turns to face the other two Guards.]

Hole this big couldn't've been made by human means, least not any I know of. [He glances over at Bastet, his expression grim and closed.] You understand what I'm sayin'?