She smirks at his retreating backside, fingertips brushing her cheek.

"Y'learn t'keep your eyes open."

She mutters the words under her breath, more to herself than anything.

Once back at the fire, she shakes a blanket open and tosses it at Gene. It will have to double as a towel for now. She refills the pot and sets it on the fire to warm; then she gets out her bowie knife, and starts to clean it.

"Be careful with the water. We ain't got a lot t'spare, an' whatever y'don't use can be reused in the mornin'."

It's cowboy law.