She draws her arms in, resting them on her bent legs. Her eyes are focused on her bag as if she didn't hear him, but judging by the way her hands are nervously playing with the bar of soap she retrieved, the question came through loud and clear.

"I'm too skinny," she says, standing erect. "M'gonna go clean up. Would you watch out for passersby? Shouldn't be too long."

She's already moving in the direction of the river, which is several yards away from their campsite and downhill a little, tucked behind wild foliage.