"I'm trying." Pause. "Two more patrollers, eastern side of the gorge. Just above me. Haven't seen me yet."

The kid Voodoo has his crosshairs on glances over his shoulder; the foremost of the two new guards, a woman in remarkably little leather for someone carrying a gun quite so shiny and new-looking, gestures back in the direction from which they came.

(Someone alert to shifting things at the edges of their peripheral vision might well notice an oddly blurry patch of shadow in the gorge, not far from the tripwire Ellen mentioned.)