Cedar interjected at the opening for questions, pausing his work on doing a simple patch-up on the guard captain's more serious injuries, where he had been focused on preventing the deleterious effects of a concussion, and staunching the slow internal bleeding. She wouldn't be at 100%, but shouldnt be worse off than aches, pains, and slight dizziness. She HAD said to conserve energy, and he felt he had better to as he was asked.

[color=7bcdc8]"If we's goin' inside... shud I put muh clothes back on? Folks tends ta get da wrong idears 'bout meh if'n I aint wearin' muh drawers, dontcha know.[/color]"

He huffed, then resumed his work while talking.

'[color=7bcdc8]Alsos... if'n deys gone an' dun us an in'jry.. wont dey be 'spectin' us innere? They WUZ playin' hoopty-doo wit' da scryin, ta lure us off... i'it were a 'remote detonation', at means summat as gone an set it off, an' at summat knowed we's been ta Pesti... "[/color]

He made a dour expression at Matilda, who had not stopped frowning.

"[color=7bcdc8]An dey'd knows dey give us a bloody nose.  Walkin' up ere with snoots full a prickles be a dead give'way, no? Dey gunna throw us inna hole fer sure.[/color]"