Oh god, food! Shepard thinks longingly. If there's been one thing she's been lacking this whole time, it's been a good meal. And she doesn't exactly have the highest standards when it comes to foods, either. She's lived off military grade rations for, well, longer than a normal person would care to, but three days of tart red berries and mineral-tasting water from the streams hasn't been particularly filling. Not that she is expecting Kaidan to announce that he and the girls were about to roast a chicken before she arrived, but now that there are people to keep their eyes out, someone might be able to devote a little time to trying to hunt something. She... doesn't quite know what they can do for Garrus though. Has he been eating at all?

"I've got a survival blanket to spare," is what she offers when she speaks, however, because she doubts they'll do well searching for food in the darkness. She's already gotten a useful amount of rest for the day, and has no problem contributing what little resources she's accumulated for the others to make use of. She doesn't know what the girls or Kaidan might have stashed away in the brush, but nights are cold around here and every little bit helps. "But I agree. Let them rest and then move on. Did you have a direction in mind? I've already come from the west. Nothing but rocks and a smattering of brush that way."