"Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care. Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care. Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care, but where the bloody hell are we goin anyway? I don't recognize anything at all." Mag says, stoically carrying hir passengers. The monotony of the trip lost on hir after being locked in a to small cell for years on end.<br/><br/>However, the sounds of battle were disconcerting, with Chiro out of commission, thanks to hir no less, and not wanting to risk hurting Fwiin, battles were the last thing they needed. Plus recognizing nothing at all doesn't help. If it weren't fr the other two, shi'd be flying blind. Shi doesn't even know who, or what to look for.