Gilda nodded. She knew Imlay and Giraldi would find it harder to locate an optimum position to attack, not having an elevated position unlike their group. They probably had to take out some Cloven scouts as well. Looking back forward, she tried to focus on the outskirts of the outpost, trying to see if she could find the wagons or Giraldi’s group. It took a moment, but she saw a slight movement on the western side of the outpost, and was about to inform the group when another Marine beat her to it. 