Wyatt paused at the next corner, fingers flexing thoughtfully at his side as he warily considered the clusters of machines, growing together along the path like gnarled trees, bent and lifeless.

The back of his neck prickled just looking at them.

"What'a ya have on these thing's bein' somethin' we should be lookin' out for?" he asked, glancing back over his shoulder.

(A posse. A proper band for the first time in so long, for a moment he thought he saw the ol' boys there. Bat and Charlie and Bill where Venus, Courfeyrac, and Guy stood.)

Rolling his shoulders, he shrugged off the bag and pulled it around in front of him where he could see it and keep it from bumping into things as he started slowly forward, turning sideways to slip between two machines. He half expected the things to come to life once he'd past them, but they remained silent and still.

He turned back, brow furrowed.

"Maybe if we leave 'em be, we'll be alright."