Aeryn nods and slings her backpack over her shoulders.  "I am."  She gives Morgan a broad smile as she plants a broad rimmed hat on her head, scoopiing up her crossbow on her way out.  "Vitta,"  She calls softly "I do have some salvaged supplies, medical gear and trade goods mostly.  I would deeply appreciate it if you and your men would help us transport them to the fort."