This man felt off-kilter even compared to some Changelings Mordred knew, but she got to admire his righteous spirit. If those lawn gnomes were so precious to him, no wonder he was bent on reclaiming them. "Cultists you say? I'm not unfamiliar with them, my previous... hood had to bolt stuff down when some blokes from Greece spouted some bullshit about 'reclaiming relics'. Seemed a cult to me. And about aliens..." Mordred felt like feeding him certain information because she was just curious about like he would react to that "I'm an alien abductee, and I have a hell of a grudge. If I can stab some cunt like that, sure, I will help you out. Just let me loot their lairs, gotta save for a sports car"
Henderson takes this in, rounding a turn with an ungodly screech of tires against asphalt as he follows directions so helpfully offered by Rupert.
"See, you've know how these namblies are! They're not going to stop trying to steal things from us, so we've got to show them they can't just do shit like this. As for the aliens, we migh' not see any, but tell you what; If we can find any and manage to catch them, I'll hold 'em down while you kill the bastards. Do what you want with their shit, just make sure to burn the place down afterwards. Ya got t' send a message to these namblies, and talk won't cut it."
In his wallet, the innocuous page continues repairing itself as it speaks directly to Henderson through the parrot on his shoulder.
Meanwhile, Henderson becomes aware of some more pulsing light light coming from another alleyway. Intrigued, he executes yet another perfect handbrake turn, to find...some strange cultist lookin' nambly in robes floating above the air with three kids kneeling before him. Making the decision even before he's pulled to a stop, Henderson gets out of the car, Betty in hand as he unloads Betty and reloads her with a slugs before marching in to find one of the kids trying to drag over a tied-up girl. Firing a warning shot into the air, Henderson levels the shotgun at the kid.
"Shit like this is why we just can't let these namblies do what they want," Henderson calls to the girl before turning to the kid, shotgun still leveled, "Son, cultist or not, that is no way to treat a lady."