Tetanus Central [Fitz]

She allowed herself to relax a touch. She wasn't in danger, not yet. She still had the high ground, and as long as she didn't forgo her advantage she would be relatively safe, save from the heat rising from the metal around her.
"Me neither." She replied, maybe a little awkwardly. Communication was never her strong suit.

The stranger claimed to be a fellow nomad. How many packless wolves were there? The lack of large social groups was unnerving, were the inhabitants that untrustworthy of eachother?

She paused at the question. She worried harm could come to her if she responded with the honest truth, that she was alone. Then again, she was the one sitting on the tank, not him. "It's just me at the moment." She responded.