She's cleaning down her gun quietly, resting against a rock to keep the weight off her left leg.

"Surely can. Thanks for makin' the hike."

Beat.

"And you're welcome."

She smirks, standing straight and dusting the dirt off her britches. They're the ones she slept in last night, and she could really use a change of clothes.

But, first things first: back to the campsite, to get breakfast going.