[There was a slightly longing look in his eye, though it wasn't for the gun. Or Amos.]

So they do have our stuff, then. An' someone or somethin' left it as a treat for you.

[He looked far too hopeful as his eyes met Amos'.]

... If we found the Roci, we wouldn't have to worry even a lick about what all else they come up with. Just load 'er up and--

[And what, Alex? There's no where to go. The hope in his expression dies.]

Damn, what I wouldn't give to get her back. [He nodded at the gun.] She got ammo?