He knows that body language well enough to know he's poked a sore spot, and he makes a mental note to avoid bringing it up in the future. He puts the plant on the sandy edge of the water, pushing the broken end of it down into the soil, even though it probably wasn't going to save the plant. <I'm better at identifying animals than plants,> he admits. <And it's been a long time since I've worked with a team,> he hops, turning himself around to see if he could see the rest of their assigned group. <It probably wasn't a great idea to leave the humans behind, huh?>