"Business as usual, then." He's been waking up like that a lot already. Come to think of it, maybe that's Harvey's fault. "I'll take it easy. Scout's honor."

There's another distant scream, and then rough grunts and snarls, and the sound of twigs cracking violently. Out of the thorns comes the man they've been waiting for, oozing yellowish blood from cuts all over the exposed parts of his face. He glares up at the two of them but doesn't say a word.

Crichton does. "My man, Harvey! Welcome to the party."