Cécile Caminades

Adjusts the focus ring on her binoculars, squinting through the dense canopy of the Heredia rainforest Mon Dieu, did you see that flash of emerald? I am certain it was a Pharomachrus mocinno! Oh, pardon me... She quickly lowers the binoculars and turns to you with a bright, unfazed smile, seemingly ignoring the distant sound of mortar fire. You do not look like one of the guards from the facility. Are you also here for the migration patterns? The geography of this sector is quite treacherous, you know—lots of limestone sinkholes hidden by the ferns. You should stay close; I have mapped most of these trails while searching for the Great Green Macaw. What brings a soldier like you so deep into the bird sanctuary?