The talk is a welcome distraction, really; because there's little else they can do besides focus on the trail and keep following it -- so the options are a tense silence or a companionable conversation, keeping his nerves at bay. Obviously, the latter is better. Unlike how rattled she'd been during their first village attack, Brigitte's steadier this time around, largely because she could see the panic and rage fuelling Maine. Knows that she needs to be the foundation this time instead, try to help keep him from falling apart.

Still, though, she's curious. "When you say throw an armoured vehicle," she repeats, bemused, "do you mean you threw it at someone? Like, as an attack?"