Maybe the stranger hadn't said anything, but with the look that was on his face, he may as well have. Sure, people walking around with half their faces burned off weren't exactly common, but Harvey would have figured they were slightly more so in this place. He glared at the kid (even if he was in his twenties, he was scrawny enough that he was still a kid to Harvey) and then turned back to Jones. The way the kid was eyeing him was starting to border on creepy.

"Nah. The kid must have gotten it," he said with a shrug. There wasn't much they could do about it, but it sounded like so far all of them were empty-handed. Some luck that was. Maybe Landel had been lying about things to confuse them further? It seemed like a stupid way to go about it, but there were three of them and the odds were starting to seem unfairly stacked. He was pretty sure Jones was going to be disappointed, what with his wishful thinking.

Before he could say any more than that, another voice called out behind him and Harvey turned to regard someone who really was in his teenage years. It looked like he'd spoken (or thought, at least) too soon.

Harvey might have thought to go through introductions, but first of all, that seemed to be something that should be reserved until everyone had shown up, and secondly, he was also distracted by what appeared to be some weird light that was inexplicably hovering over the stranger's shoulder. Luckily, Jones asked the question for him, meaning that he wasn't the only one who was in the dark.

Or... not, as the case might be. He went ahead and clicked off his flashlight, wanting to save battery power.