Swamped

"I woke up in the other base. I ended up here because I couldn't find a way out of the swamp and this was the only other place to go. I might have caused some trouble because I was trying not to get spotted. Probably took me a couple of hours to get here, I wasn't exactly keeping close track of time."

"So that smoke was you?"

"Maybe." You shrug as best as you can while tied up. "Why's this poison such a big deal, anyhow? There's probably lots of ways to get poisoned in this swamp. That muck can't be too healthy, after all."

"It's not," Crosswinds says. "But the thing is, we know most of the poisons in this swamp. The only one with symptoms like this is murderfly toxin, except this is slower. So, our best guess is it's murderfly blood mixed with something else to keep it potent. Which means someone's got to be doin' the mixing."

"And you think that's me?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But you're my main lead right now, so this is where we are."

Well, this doesn't seem to be getting you anywhere. Maybe there's a place you can lead this conversation that would be more productive for you.