[Carlisle grimaces, uncertain of how to read Qubit's discoveries until the man turns back to him. Even then, he has his doubts that there's anything worth all this trouble in that truck. He has half a mind to ask if Lady Liberty is a deity, but given how Qubit has reacted to talk of gods and goddesses thus far, he assumes not.]

Fantastic. We did all this so we could get drunk and shoot one another. I suppose others would be happy with such treasures.

[Ignore that quiet clack from the back of the trailer, Qubit. The skeletons are just as annoyed with the situation as Carlisle is, though their displeasure is expressed with a few jittering fingerbones rather than the exasperated sigh the clergyman lets out.]