She glances through the golden curtain over her shoulder, relaxing when she sees he's asleep.

"Impossible."

She takes her time redressing, keeping things quiet so she doesn't disturb him. She pokes at the fire, stirring it up a bit to give him more warmth, and glances him over to make sure he's comfortable.

"Goodnight, Gene."

She'll keep herself up for another hour or so, occasionally throwing brush on the fire, watching the horizon, and reminding herself there'll be plenty of time to talk on the trail.