Voodoo nods, once, and stands. "Guess we better get to it."

Joshua's bodyguard glares at Voodoo as he passes by on the way to his group.

"It'll be a different ballgame after sundown - we need to move light and fast. Hector, Josepha, you're with me. Fawkes, Al, Kate, you stay here and standby in case the White Legs move on this place. Help Joshua if he asks, but otherwise, just sit tight and wait for word. Hooyah?"