Sweetwater groaned softly as she doffed her apron and used it to improvise bindings against one of the men who'd been stunned by the Color Spray.<br/><br/>"You know," she commented to the room at large, not wishing to take sides in the sniping, but still agreeing that some things needed doing, "these guys do seem a bit well equipped for common looters.  I'd like to hear who their working for as well.  Unfortunately, I'm not skilled at telepathy.  Does anyone have any sort of magic that could encourage them to answer us sincerely?  Torture is so crude."