Donny stepped out the door and locked it, and began to walk toward the top deck. "Well, odd is a weird way to describe stuff these days, and its lost somma its meanin' since the bombs went off. If ya mean the ship, nah, people'll progress and stretch out, and 'bout time whoeva had the caps could get a worthwhile expedition goin'. If the benefactors ain't on the up-and-up, they'll have to answer to everyone here. The rifle, I'm still in shock ova it, and I still don't get it. But about these people gettin' whacked, I don't know enough to say yet. In the mafia, people get killed and snuffed out by their own cousins, their parents, even their own kids. But we might just see who the stiffs and unaccounteds are, and then it might be clear then."
