That Derrick had showed up again made Franka pull a face, luckily she lay with her back on him, so that the only one who might have noticed would be Hackett. He had proved such a ruthless, selfish bastard, caring so little about the group he had come with, the mission he had signed up for, that it scored against him in her book. Add to it that he seemed to have a hard time keeping his temper, had threatened Franka, showed no regard, consideration or gratitude for those who had risked everything to keep his kid safe for six long years under the worst of circumstances, and it was clear why never running into him again would hardly be felt as a loss by someone like Franka.<br/><br/>She returned her attention to the soldier who had crawled to her side, noticing again that she now kept her distance. Franka became increasingly comfortable around her, and increasingly curious about her. She peered over at the woman, trying to make out her face in the darkness slowly fading into a greyish, deep twilight,wondering what she might look like. Giving that up as a lost cause for now, she smiled about herself, her pointless curiosity, and whispered. "Probably just Jake. It's quiet all around. If there had been stinkers here, they'd have run to the noises and the light, into the woods. The fire's still burning, see? They'd see it from far away, and they can't resist it, they'll unfailingly head that way, running fast. Unless something else catches their attention, they always go for the light, and if something catches their attention, they also run, and make a hell of a noise."<br/><br/>She paused, to let Hackett take her time to listen to the silence, only interrupted by the birds waking up, rustling their feathers and chiming up with a few tentative trills and calls here and there. "Do you hear the birds everywhere? They fall silent when stinkers move about somewhere near. Crows are the only ones that will make a racket when stinkers come near, and they're very watchful. There's a colony right over there." She very slowly reached out an arm, keeping it close and parallel to the ground, to point at a group of trees, almost a forest en miniature about a kilometre to their left. "They'll warn us of anything coming that way."