Voodoo lays a hand on Lindianne's shoulder, his expression stoic. It's a moment or two before he speaks, his voice lowered.

"This island ain't big enough for them to hide on. Not from us."

A curt nod.

"We'll find 'em."

Then, he nods to the stairs. She's put some eyes on the two of them, but it's nothing they can't handle - most of them are looking elsewhere by now, anyway.

"Hungry?"