One of Wyatt's eyebrows lifted - she was a politician?

His mind took a moment to turn that over, surprise and disbelief and amusement flitting through him, then he shook his head and chased it away.

Not the time.

"Ma'am, none of us should be," he replied flatly. "But that doesn't change that fact that we are." He glanced briefly over his shoulder, then back at her. "My advice? You should put all that that yer feeling aside for now and start thinkin' about how you plan to survive. The Cornucopia won't keep them forever."

And yes. He'd come this way, found her... so would they, sooner or later. And not all of them would be as gentlemenly.