Jim jumps down right after Martel, taking a moment to assess the situation. The hive is this way, and for the moment, thanks to Kalten, the people and ants are tearing in about twenty different directions, all away from the hive.

"Go, go, go," he urges, waving. "I've got you."

He moves toward the hive, too, but backpedaling slowly, watching for the shift back he knows must be coming if what Martel tells him about the protectors is right. The activity dies down and there's a momentary lull as all parties involved stop and think about what happens next.

And then they begin to converge, coming back from all those directions in which they'd scattered. Kirk steals a glance back over his shoulder; Martel has moved closer and so far hasn't been blocked or bothered.

He braces, watching the ants and people move closer and closer.