She had a cross bow and a scythe. But she wasn't pointing either at him, and she wasn't intending to either. She had meat, too, if he was hungry - she was more worried about shelter than food, right then.

"Thanks," she murmured, sliding in. "I. Um. i'm not really used to sand storms, but...." But she's pretty sure that was going to strip her flesh clear of if it didn't just bury her.