He smelled blood, and a headache was building behind his eyes. That couldn't possibly be a good sign. He heard someone calling out to him, and stopped shuffling for a moment. There was somebody limping after him from the direction of the car. It seemed to be an old woman with a cane, although she also kept splitting into two women and reuniting. As she drew closer, she remained a bit hazy, but was definitely moving with purpose.

The cane couldn't have been helping much on the desert floor, But she didn't seem to be struggling. He was still undecided on whether or not it was a good sign he wasn't alone, but if it came to an altercation, firearms had a bit more reach than walking aids. " I am decidedly less than optimal."

Holding a conversation would be far simpler if his eyes would focus.