Veronica whimpers.  She would rather find the den, but she finds herself unwilling to leave the young man to his fate.  Her legs tremble and burn at her and she moves slowly as she attempts to locate the last place she last saw him.  "L-let's find him.  B-before that lizard finds us."  She isn't sure how much longer she can go.  Her endurance was different than others.  She could stand for hours, look pretty, with cameras and shouting men.  But uneven land, without even sneakers, roots and plants, and large creatures she doesn't have the energy.  Salina by far is an admirable warrior, Veronica just knows she cannot be like her.