Carlos pauses from his work, turning to stare at the approaching crowd for a moment.  Idly, the chunk of metal he was reaching for reshapes into a battleaxe in his hand.<br/><br/>(Really, he's not sure which is worse, the zombies or the palanquin.  It takes a certain type of person to unironically expect servants, zombie or otherwise, to carry them around by hand.)<br/><br/><strong>"Probably the first one,"</strong>he notes in response to Jenny's question, walking over towards the others.<strong>"I mean, we're the ones who were following a map here.  I doubt whoever that is came looking for <em>us</em>."</strong>