The man Raju had chosen to spoken to was one of the odder-looking denizens of the town. His most striking feature was the full mask he wore, a white fabric with black liquid blobs on it. As Rorschach stood there, taking in the new arrival, the black dots moved around constantly. They'd form one pattern only to move again the next second to form another.

He considered the question for a long moment. It looked like he wasn't going to answer as the silence grew until it was awkward. Finally, without warning, he answered. "How much?" His voice was deep, raspy, and growling, like nails being ground down by a piece of machinery. It somehow seemed to fit him perfectly.