[ That draws a frown, though as vague of one as Reggie can manage. He isn't too clear what that's supposed to mean, obviously, and it all sounds ominous enough even before considering the fact that it's coming from a banger -- he tries to absorb each piece of information as it comes, and one at a time instead of letting himself react prematurely.

A feat he manages well enough, though his expression is stern, eyebrows still furrowed with silent, tense contemplation; Reggie doesn't speak for a few more seconds (almost a minute), biting the inside of his cheek as he turns over what Joaquin's saying in his head. ]

Yeah, though not for nothing, I bet. [ Why be helpful unless there was something in it for Joaquin, after all. That's Reggie's take, anyway. ] But then I take it he lived, at least.

[ His way of asking (well, checking) that Moose is okay. Too bad Reggie wasn't there! He's not necessarily desperate to be part of this Scooby gang investigation, but he's still curious in some ways, such as by association. What affects his friends... ]

Just don't let them stumble over any more dead bodies.