It's strange, for sure - but Voodoo doesn't spare it more than a few seconds of thought as he traces a finger along the map. He's steadied it along what used to be a concrete divider, brow furrowed in thought as he finishes fixing their position.

"We're on-track. We move quickly and we'll be in D.C. by sundown."

("A group of Outcasts less inclined towards reconciliation, or even peace, was reported setting out from the Capital region-")

"You see someone, don't shoot 'less they do. 'specially if they're wearing power armor."