Voodoo nods, his hands still in his pockets and his mouth taking on a thoughtful frown that seems to say there it is, pal, there it is.

"Well, listen," he says, shifting on his feet, "we're lookin' for a group of raiders that ambushed a caravan yesterday somewhere close to here. You see any gooners passin' by here with some real squared-away guns? They were prob'ly high off their tits, if that helps any."