Stormy grinned a little and shrugged, "I think I could have handled it. Well, uf you're hungry, i have a bird cooking on my fire." She offered kindly. SHe wandered over to the fire and held up a couple sets of tin tableware and gestured to have him sit. While she let him decide, she began cutting up and serving the pheasant on the little plates. The smell was mouthwatering, as she'd cooked it with several herbs and spices. She pulled a pot of coffee off of the flames as well as two tin cups.<br/>"Cmon, it's fine." SHe urged "whats your name?"