"I have a friend who prefers a shield," she says, and there's a small smile on her face as she says it. "He's surprisingly good with it, and we make a pretty good team, but shields have never been much my style. I'm with you. Our group is pretty diverse." Well, that's one way to put it. "Or, we were. I'm more of a solo act these days." Things happen. Many things have happened.

"I'd be interested in some more exploration, myself," she says after a moment, mulling over Hawke's idea of an army before rolling her head to the side to look at the other woman. It's a strange way of doing it, if they are; it definitely feels more like a group study. "I'm pretty good with computers. The systems they have in the bunker. But even I can't get anywhere with them. They have to have more than just the one location in this place. Maybe once winter lets up, we can get a party together, take a week or so and just head out to start mapping the rest of the area around here. As much as we can." It sounds like the kind of project she can get behind: the kind that doesn't involve too many hands stirring the pot.