(Something something We Don't Go To Baltimore, am I right?)

"There it is. We're closer to D.C. by the minute."

Voodoo can live with the quiet. The smell, too. Usually too much of the former means something's kooky, but if someone's watching them, he can't see them, and he wouldn't set an ambush on this road - there's not enough cover to be had, and the sightlines along the road are too long.

With a few gestures to the rest of them to maintain their spacing, he continues on.