[Carlisle grunts, muttering something that is no doubt impolite as he turns to his crew, commanding them to follow him. He doesn't even use any force behind it this time -- as he starts wandering off, his eyes on the ground, they meander after him, shambling through the dust and the sand as the wind pelts their decaying bodies. Once they get closer to the outcrop, Carlisle sets them to digging, hoping he's far enough away that Qubit didn't feel that.

In good news, they're adequate diggers, despite their rotting hands. Maybe it's the dry bones that makes it easier on them, or the fact they're unbothered by the elements. Carlisle heads back toward the truck, leaving them to their work, his brow heavy in thought. The skeletons are still hanging around, the one that's a complete, nonsensical mess only just now making its way out of the trailer.]

I suppose if nothing else, we can bury them with the weapons. That would rid us of two problems with a single solution.

[He still doesn't want to talk about this. They don't need to talk about what reanimated them when they both know good and well who is doing it.]