Lindsey paused in his own nasty job of cleaning out the carcass, steaming mess of entrails getting thrown out to the desert because they had no way of cleaning it, and looked to the man.

"Do you have anything to burn too?" They would need that if they wanted to build a fire, and animal skin, while ignitable, didn't exactly work as efficient fuel. He looked around for anything they could use and it seemed like there might be a copse of something in the distance. Too far to tell though.