"...never mind." She's good, but not track-a-dead-man's-month-old-tracks-through-a-windy-desert good.

She follows his gaze from the moon to the lake, and the object of his attention combined with his offer startles a laugh out of her. "Yeah? You trust them that much? Might be missing more than a couple nuts and bolts when you land." Her 'warning' comes with a rare grin.

"Shit. How long? Might be able to track him home."

"Think Deacon's making himself useful with all that. Haven't seen him actually working this much before." She knows. But it's a feeling she understands well. You don't fuck with good people.

"That's true. Making me wonder what the others look like." She catches something unfamiliar in that look that unbalances her a moment. She can't name it, doesn't know how to ask after it. She hazards her best guess, "Guess you really like sight-seeing, way up there. You miss it?"

"Maybe."

"...Might need you to blast a bandit camp off the map."

"Hoo boy."

[Lorelei liked that.]

It is unbelievably irritating to not see anyone. He could be bluffing. But with that offer, either he's crazy or he's organized.