There's no rhyme or reason to how they're scattered around the area outside of Luke's hideout. The explosion had sent them all over the place. Joaquin isn't even sure if Mendoza is nearby, or where Bibimon may be. All he knows is when he stirred, something was walking near his head and instincts kicked in, making him lay very still until the digimon had passed. He had glanced up briefly, catching a quick glimpse of blue and green skin, before forcing his face back down to keep as discreet as possible.
He hears her voice not long afterwards, and it sends a chill down his spine. She's talking about death and destruction and he knows there's very little he can do to try to stop her, protect the others, but he thinks he at least should try. Right? Somehow?
So he inches forward, little by little, sometimes pulling himself up on his elbows and crawling a little further than before, just to lose his nerve and drop back down. He thinks, if he can make it to Luke's hideout successfully, maybe he can use the equipment inside to alert the others, get help to the digiworld, something. Maybe even figure out what digimon is out there alongside Scorpmon, preparing to destroy them, ruin the entire world. Something.
Someone has to try to do something, and the weight of that appears to be on his shoulders. Not something Joaquin enjoys, but he has very few options right now, so he vows to at least try as he crawls some more, holding his breath as footsteps approach once more. He drops down onto his front and listens, desperate, anxious.
"Have you done a headcount?" Scorpmon asks, leering over Joaquin but clearly speaking to the other digimon.
"No," she responds. "Seems pointless, they're all unconscious thanks to the force of that explosion."
"Oh, you never know," he mumbles. "Some of these humans are surprisingly durable."
"Well, go ahead and count heads if it's so important ot you, I'm busy with other matters," she informs him coldly.
Joaquin waits until Scorpmon has moved on, counting other groups of digidestined, and he continues to claw his way forward. He's feeling joyful, the cool shadow of Luke's hideout right before him, when...
Something cool and sharp slams down on his arm and he yells out in shock, forcefully rolled over onto his back. He gapes up at the blue and green creature, amazed by her.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demands, grinding her foot into his wrist, causing the bones to creak warningly. "Hmmm? Did you really think you'd get away from me like that?" She smirks, looking more and more evil the closer she leans in to look at him, until they're nose to nose.
He swallows and closes his eyes. Lo siento, Raul, Bibimon, everyone, he thinks. I tried.