[There's a lot to think of beyond 'throw them into a cell' that's for sure. Even the powder gangers in the Mojave got food and water, and lord knows hardly any of them deserved the courtesy.]

Nah, look, there's gotta be somethin', yeah? We got-- I mean, we got shit here that we don't where I came from, an' 'm gonna bet not where you come from neither.

[He tips his head, gesturing for them both to continue walking.]

There's fuckin' magic here, an' I don't mean the kind what's just gonna fuck up any plans. Gotta be someone here who knows the kind of magic that can hold a person. Or, shit-- tech. Rick? Tony? Who else we got.