Swamped

You think you see a swarm of insects a few trees away.

"Are those bees?" you ask.

"Bees? Never heard of bees in this swamp. Hang on."

The woman takes a quick look.

"Well, I can't see them up close, but I can tell they're too small to be murderflies. And most of our other bugs don't really swarm. That's weird, all right, and I didn't see them before now."

Wait, did she just say...

"Murderflies? Those sound, um, more than a little dangerous."

"Not as bad as some of the other stuff out here. Your armor looks plenty strong enough to keep off their stingers, so you don't really need to worry about 'em."

"What about your friend?"

"She knows full well to put her mask and goggles on if there's murderflies about, and those ain't flies anyhow. Not that I can say for sure what they are."

That's strange. You thought they were bees because you've seen a lot of sandhives in the last few years, and they look a lot like the swarms around those. But apparently bees aren't native to this swamp.

Well, come to think of it, you aren't either and you still aren't sure how you got here. Maybe you can find some sort of clue if you take a closer look at the bees... assuming that's what they are.

On the other hand, you might turn up nothing at all. You might have better luck looking for this Starling and hopefully getting your information on how to leave. Not that you know where she is.

What's your next move?