his answers barely audible but no more than agreements with whatever was being said to him. He looks up suddenly, then around in the rear of the jeep as if searching for something. His first communication to the townsfolk is a hand gesture to ask or something to write with and within seconds he has been handed a pencil and a napkin by one of the children.

He rubs the little girls head and she runs back to her mother quickly, backing up against her legs where it’s safe.

More instructions come through the ear piece but he only wrote down a set of numbers and one word, and looks at it before putting it into his pocket.

One of the younger men leans in to a woman next to him and whispers in her ear: