[a laugh] Well, they might have had clubs, but they weren't green.

Actually they looked like....hang on.

[pulling out her journal, she'll flip through the pages, brow furrowed. She was sure she'd drawn a picture of Goon one of the days she was feeling particularly... well, not homesick, but something akin.]

Aha...there it is. This.

[the picture she holds out to Wolfwood is of a little man with scrawny arms and legs, a foul expression, and a little round belly]