"Sure," She mumbled into the mouth of the canteen, but it wasn't convincing. I hope you don't mind not getting any back, Wyatt-- because it's only after the water is drained that Shepard realizes exactly why that might have been insulting, "Sorry. You know how it is."

The wince is slight, but real, as she surveys the landscape, weighing her options. The comparison between them is impossible not to make, emaciated and filthy against well-supplied and well-armed. But still, she thinks this could work. Okay. Alright.

"I have officially been in this for too fucking long if I start forgetting who my friends are. You keep going here, I'll head that way," She pointed, off in the direction of her hidden vehicle. Trust, it was all about trust, "If I find anybody, I'll bring them back for your team here-- it is a team, right?"

God help us all if Wyatt Earp was all the Rebellion could muster.