Brigitta
Brigitta wavers mentally for a few moments and then clears her throat.
"This is the place, gentlemen. Unfortunately, the overgrowth below masks our exact destination, so we may have some searching ahead of us. I trust those experienced in such things can find us a way down to the valley floor. I would, however, prefer to skirt the swamp for the time being...they tend to be...unhealthy."
She closes her eyes briefly, letting all of the clues and images swirl for a few heartbeats before re-ordering them to her best guess.
[She wants to make in INT check (or other appropriate knowledge check) as to her best guess for a starting point in the valley floor]
She points to the dense jungle below.
"That, gentlemen, is where we begin our search. As mentioned before...there may be others below. I would greatly prefer any hostilities be avoided if possible...at leat until we know what we are dealing with." She pauses for a moment and looks meaningfully at Bill. "Is that understood, Mr. Brown?"
Without waiting for an answer, she continues, "That said, if we are attacked outright, let us not hesitate to defend ourselves!"
"Mr. Haskins, lead on, if you please..."
As the others turn towards the valley, she quickly pulls her Webley Bulldog, cracks it open and checks her cartridge load...just to be sure.