Taking the hat off, she sits heavily next to Beth. Her feet are fucking killing her -- stupid boots -- but at least for this little foray she didn't have to have the heavy goddamn pack on her back.

"Remember a while ago when I told you it seemed like there weren't so many fucking amazons any more?"

Resting her elbow on her knee, she makes a broad sweeping gesture; it's supposed to mean I was wrong... again. "I overheard this conversation a mile or two up the road. Something about some goddamn fight for control over the fucking harbor. Isn't that just great?" Her voice is low, though: she's not going to be the one to wake her little niece. She shakes her head once, twice, three times, and then looks over at the mamacita.

"Sorry. Had to get it out of my system. Looks like everything's quiet here, at least."