Her gun is aimed in at the room, but there is no one there, only a long wooden box lying on a bunk. The room is otherwise spartan with only a sink and mirror in the far corner. Brimstone's eyes take this in before flashing to her companion in confusion. The sounds seem to be coming from within the box now.

She steps into the room cautiously and checks the ceiling, but there's no one there. "You ever heard of a box that goes shufflin' and shoutin'?" she asks, tone wry. There's obviously some kind of recording device playing within the box, but why? It looks big enough to hold a man.