Peeling paper out rapidly and dropping it to the floor to skim through the next one the moment he got confirmation that he was only potentially crazy, Tony twisted his mouth to the side with some frustration, distantly shaking his head. "I don't know, I don't think--some of these pictures aren't people," he had to observe, and didn't know if they would be wasting time actually reading these articles then, what? Asking very nicely for a list of passengers to compare against? "Do you think these others are more victims?" They might have already wasted too much.