Booker isn't a huge fan of teaming up, but it probably serves him right for trying to follow along unnoticed. There's a good handful of people here, at least, and honestly, his desire to see what the hell's in those woods that could possibly have everyone around here scared is just a touch stronger than his distaste for the term 'club'.

So the leader pairs him up with a little blonde thing and they're all sent on their way. Booker, of course, has nothing against her, as long as she can hold her own if things go awry. She looks tough, at least -- not that that's anything to go by, after seeing the Prophet's Little Lamb knock a few fellas around.

As they take their first steps into the woods, Booker's eyebrows raise, and he offers Jo his bandaged hand to shake. "Booker."