Dan hears it, and doesn’t know if Price’s mostly-suppressed glee is because of some sadism directed at the nightrenders’ victims or because he knows somehow that Dan’s glossing over what happened to him today. He decides not to tip his hand and let Price know that he noticed anything amiss.

“Alright, hold tight, I think we got a clear shot.” Dan urges the horse into a gallop, which is a bit rough on him since he’s in front of the saddle, speeding through a break in the fog and the action. Best to reconnect Price with the others and then circle back. “I seen Stacia and Bunny already, think I saw Cammie for a second, so we at least got a few Rig folks to join you with. Didn’t see none of your agents.”

Which, given Price’s popularity with them, is probably a good thing.