"Yeah, I bet. Surviving gets pretty dull after a while."

It's the mundane things that keep you living, after all. Or at least breathing. There's nothing glorious about gathering food or supplies, scraping together what kind of a life you can manage out of the trash. Or the wilderness, she supposes.

"What d'you get for distilling?" And she nods towards the contraption. If she's making the booze? The least she can do is help her maintaining her supply. Win-win, honestly.