At first glance, Bart might look like one of those missing kids out there in the woods. Young, slight, picking through the undergrowth with about as much agility as the average baby deer, he's out with a small, dim lantern of his own, light only carrying about a few feet ahead of him. This might not be the Lieutenant's first time spotting him; at the Oak & Iron, Bart can regularly be spotted writing, sketching, documenting, and occasionally remembering to look up at meal times and debate on whether he wants to stop in his train of thought to keep his strength up.

Out here, right now, he's crouched down and examining something at the base of one of the old cedar trees. He's got a small notebook held in one hand and a pencil in the other, and if Hank comes too close, he's going to throw a hand up. "Stop there please!"

Why won't be immediately obvious, except to a detective's keen eye; Bart is moving away from what he'd been sketching. At the base of the tree, a spiderweb is visible, thick and faintly glittering in the recess between roots. "Blast...we've startled it."