"If it puts more of them in the ground, sure," says Yinzerella, shrugging. "Bastards used to sell prisoners to the Pitt. Then they lost their market, so if they take somebody alive, well, they ain't above keeping their own slaves an' all that. Mostly so's they have meat shields, since they give 'em machetes and the worst leather they got and make them the first wave in a fight. They don't get chems. The Weeds save that and the good armor for themselves. Real fond of shotguns, too, and explosives. Closest I came to dying on my way up here was one of them pitching some kind of bomb packed with shrapnel. I got scars so bad from that thing you could almost read 'em."