[And this guy has the only vehicle for iles, knows how Wolfwood fights, and doesn't even remotely fear his fellow Gung-Ho Gun. Especially when it's fairly obvious that missile launcher is nowhere to be found; the threat of a pistol in comparison is a joke. The sharp look offered in return is just as full of bared teeth in a parody of a smile. Vash .. he had reason to be frightened of the plant twins. The priest? He's just another human, and he knew how to deal with his "teammates".]

I heard you died a worm's death as a traitor.

[The sardonic tone to the saxophonist's voice is not matched by his expression, he looks terribly amused, and entirely at Wolfwood's expense. This is funny. Of course it also meant that the Stampede was likely to catch wind of it very soon, and then what would become of that pretty little grave in the ruins?]

Makes two of us I guess, but your memory or your geography is shit, it was Lewiston. Get in.

[Midvalley doesn't make moves that he thinks would put his own life on the line unless the other option is somehow worse, but he doesn't see exceptional risk here. Chapel was a killer like all of them, but wasn't exactly another Monev and wasn't about to just go around slaughtering people for funsies. Not even enemies, when the enemy was more useful alive. There's arguing with him of course, or some ridiculous effort at a hold-up, but he doesn't expect he will be, not when anything else would mean walking on foot in this godforsaken desert. He jerks a thumb backwards, expression leveling out. He still had places to be, and it sure as hell wasn't hanging around out here. He'd made his own choice, and it was as calculated as every other one he made.]

There's drinks in the back. Blue bottle's poison, anything else is at your own risk.