[ He can walk as far as he needs to walk! It'll be dark soon, so as long as they stay at the edge of the cliff where the shadows are the deepest, and this place doesn't have any spotlights or, what, dogs, or lasers or anything like that, then they'll be fine! It's just a walk. That's what the walking cast is for, right? Walking.

Sitting and waiting for the suns to go down is boring as hell without a drink, or a cigarette. Wolfwood doesn't do well sitting still long -- the drive was already hard enough to endure! By the time they park he's twitching, his good leg bouncing, ready to go. Waiting is going to suck. ]

So how about you put your stupid mug to good use, huh? [ They could probably head out now, but it'll be safer to wait another hour. He settles back, getting comfortable for the wait. God he hates waiting. ] Tell me a story, whaddya say? Tell me somethin'. About you, about this world, whatever.