It is easy enough for Barbara to do there are many lines with clothing hanging to dry throughout the city and the clothes here seem to be mostly loose baggy type affairs. If she wishes she can have people disguised in no time.

When Millenia is made aware of it she changes back to her human form and apologizes to everyone.

Barbara handed out local clothing to everyone

It doesn't take long soon everyone is in brown or olive colored clothing. Even Xan looks more like a little jawa then the superhero she had moments ago.
After a bit a man in black pants, shirt, hat and boots with silver trim passed. He seemed to have revolvers in hip holsters. He gives them a glance but moves on.

  Dean takes note of the man and the guns.  Good to know that it wasn't an entirely primitive culture, unless he was travelling through as they were.

  Ok, moving on.

  "Let's try a different part of town, where they haven't seen us already...unless the bloodhounds have a scent?"

About ten minutes or so later a large vulture lands near Barbara and ambles her way.
It looks like the vulture form she had seen the hounds take before. It slowly assumed humanoid shape, "Smell crocs, and men but not sure."

Barbara nodded to the creature
"Let's follow what you have,  and we'll see what we get"

An hour later they ALL smell something weird ? Cooking ? Chemicals ? Reptile ?

They end up at a shack off the bayou that has shrunken crocodile skins and skulls and things. Some rather unkempt men are tending large vats and when they see you one calls out.

"Aye yah. Whatcha need ?"

Barbara approached hesitantly
"We're actually looking for a crocodile...man?  Is there such a person nearby?"

They all look at each other and shudder, "Eh now you don't wanna get all chomp chomp down the gullet do yah ?"

Barbara as an expert in human psychology these men look nervous as if you said something taboo. They even seem to make what she assumes are warding type gestures.

Barbara nodded
"I know it's dangerous,  but we need to find them.  Please "

The oldest looking of the group waddles over through the water, "Look miss, yah don't wanna mess with that man, thing, whatever it is. It's not like the crocs round here he is bad mojo very bad. Better off dealing with a swamp witch aye ? Whatcha want with im anyways ?"

"Our friend is missing,  and we think he knows about it "

He looks down into the dirty waters for a while then nods. "Wait here I will help yah." He ambles back to his house then be back out later with an old leathered map and point, "This here is ma place, you want to go here." He points at an area marked with a crowned croc head.

"He stays there like a king or god. I  don't know what you might offer him if he has your friend or to keep him from eating you if he's in an onry mood. Go there and you should find him. Keep the map and good luck miss but you should leave the little girl behind and your gentler folk."

  "Thank ya kindly for the advice and the help.  We'll make sure nobody finds out where it come from, fren.  Don't worry 'bout us, I reckon we can handle things."

  Dean let a bit of the New Orleans drawl slip into his speech.  It wasn't difficult.  In fact, it had been something that he had worked on through his military years to consciously remove, but it came back easily enough.  You could take the man out of NOLA, but you couldn't take the NOLA out of the man.

The man nodded to Dean it was an understanding between men about the map and information.
He gave the group one last once over then over his shoulder, "Luck."

Barbara ground her teeth a bit as "the menfolk" discussed things,  but she was pragmatic enough to not interfere just for the sake of her ego.  She let Dean lead the way.

  Dean studies the map. committing it to memory, then hands it to Barbara.

  (OOC: There had been talk about getting an inflatable raft for the venture, assuming this had been purchased in the bazaar?)

  "Looks like a good spot to put the raft in a little ways north, just before the reeds get too thick.  We have the shapeshifters fly overhead for recon and to see if they see anything submerged that we have to deal with.  Everyone else in the boat, I'll swim it at the bow with a ten foot tow line.  Sound good?"

Millenia gets kind of silent then finally admits to Barbara, "I don't think I will be able to fly for a bit."

The other four take to the air as large falcons here an eagerly agree to the plan.

Barbara nodded to Millennia
"You can ride with us until you heal.  "
She looked at Dean curiously
"I'm sorry,  did you just say that you were going to swim and tow us?  Why can't we paddle?"

  "Oh, I expect people to help paddle, but having a point guard in the water will let us see what's under the water.  It's kind of murky, lot of tannin, but there should be some visibility.  Besides, I can draw the attention of any predators away from the raft.  That thing gets bit through, everyone's gotta swim." he says with a shrug.

Barbara shrugged
"Honestly,  I'd prefer you didn't get wet until you had to,  but I'll trust your judgment "

  “I prefer it too, but we can’t always get what we want.  Trust me, it’ll be better this way if we run into problems...and in an op, you always plan to run into problems..”. Dean shrugs, then pulls on his flippers, goggles and snorkel.  He steps backward into the dark water with the tow rope in his left hand  and let’s out a shiver.  It wasn’t so much cold as it just had a foreboding feeling to it.

Barbara prepared to paddle,  keeping a look out for trouble

The group moved along adjusting to the map. There were signs a lot of signs. Keep Out, Private Property, Military Testing Zone, Radioactive, High Voltage, and many many more. There were also more primitive signs impaled crocs, skulls hung in trees and other warnings.

It was past these that according to the map lay the lair of the croc man.

One sign showed up a lot though. Moonlight which had a picture of a croc head below it. Though something about it was off.

Barbara raised an inquisitive and amused eyebrow
"Is this guy a were-alligator?"