Bruno stoops to pick up the green ice, hissing at the cold and fussing until he figures out how to use his ruana to wrap his hand and protect his fingers.

"It's not good," he says to himself as much as to Katrina, looking it over. He tilts the slab back and forth, hoping to see the image shift and show an alternative to the scene he sees in it, but it stays stubbornly the same. He repeats, forlornly, even as he turns to go inside with her, "Someone's going to get hurt, or--or buried. I think you're trying to help them."