Your loss. [They get to the feet of the temple, where the stairs sprawl out like a red carpet. Dixon looks around, but doesn't see anyone on watch, and that annoys him. He wonders if he was supposed to be on watch and got the informal schedule mixed up and wandered away.

He knows he just wheezed and gasped his way up the hill, but God he needs a smoke. He has three left, and he feels he deserves it just for getting back in a halfway timely fashion.]

Well, there you go, kid. I'm gonna stay out here. There's probably a bunch of them cooking rats and boiling water. [He holds out the raccoon.] You mind bringing this up for me? Tell them I brought it.