She snorts softly. "Unless they are with Tolkeen, then we'd have to hide the Deadman over there."  A tilt of her head to the sole surviving member of his DeadBoy patrol they had picked up.<br/><br/>Right now, all Mizrel wanted was a warm place to dry off in, hot food and a dry place to sleep. She was wet, tired, sore and irritable. For now, she ignores how her body is pressing against the  gunslinger. Whatever his faults, and she was sure he had many, he was warm. So  she hugs him tightly to her front. A shiver runnign thru her.