Um.

(As ums go, this is about...pint-sized. If that pint consisted of jaegerbombs.)

"Uh. Hey," Voodoo says, lifting a hand.

There's a beat.

"Listen, I don't know if you guys understand the words comin' outta my mouth right now, but...if you could find it in your kindly bovine hearts to, uh - let us pass or tell us where we are, we'd really, really appreciate it."

He jerks a thumb at Dinah.

"She might even scratch you behind the ears."

He looks to her, shrugs, then back at the cows.

"Or, I dunno. Feed you some grass?"