She listened as he spoke and shook her head, looking over to him. "No, never ran from them, never fought them, but, I have seen them. They're used as guard dogs at the East Side. Them, and their mutant mutts. One hell of a bite though. You don't want to piss those guys off." She smiled over to him slightly. "Yeah, It may be a bit difficult but we'll make it. And I appreciate it, I do, but I'm not taking your helmet. It's yours, i'll be fine anyways, the dust died down." She decided to drop the conversation of sleep and started to mindlessly sharpen her knife on a rock. She took the food that he handed her, and handed him a bottle of water in return with a smile. She noticed his colder mood, but didn't blame him. They had a long day ahead of them.<br/><br/>She debated over telling him about her dream, but wasn't sure how. What was she going to do, walk up and say Okay so we've got food, water, necessities, by the way I dream about my dead sister... No. Besides, if he wanted to know he would ask, and she didn't think he needed a soft, weak mess guiding him home. She watched the sun start to rise and grabbed some extra gauze from her bag, wrapping it tightly around her waist. She made sure she was set and turned to him. "You uh...you ready to go? We should get a move on if we're to make it by sundown."