Henry couldn't help gawking for a moment at the scenery before him. It was the first time he'd seen American soil in its unirradiated state, even if it was traitor soil right now. The plantation itself earned his gaping attention for nearly three minutes. The closested he'd ever seen to something like this kind of greenery was Arroyo, and even then he'd never seen anything like cotton. 

He heard Jupiter speak her concerns about getting the Princess to come along with them, and the giant paused for a moment, considering. 

"Could always jus' so some magic in front of her. Did a pretty good job convincin' me." He drawled, lighting up a somewhat bent cigarette and taking a slow, satisfied drag. He paused again, considering.

"More concerned about the goddamn traitors. I got caps says we'll be going' through lotsa rebs to get to her, an' even more when we got her an' start headin' out. Also wouldn't mind paintin' a wall with Jefferson Davis' brains if we got the time to swing by Virginia. But no objection to the plan."