"Not far." Lindianne shrugs on her usual blue jacket, now with quite a few patches covering up bulletholes. Then comes her pack. There's a moment while she adjusts the strap.

"I think there's one two blocks over. We'll take a look and see what it's got." She grins at Voodoo and winks. "Maybe some hair gel, while we're at it."

And who knows? Maybe coming back with a backpack full of sports gear might be just the thing to lift spirits.