Jal flopped into a seat, looking as tired as Mheg felt, then nodded. "I'd kill for a real bath, with hot water, instead of one of those 'get wet, lather, rinse' in ninety seconds pieces of crap."<br/><br/>She then lifted the GPS she had retrieved, and mimed tossing it at Aren. "Hey, Cap. Feel free to root about in this and smile at the location of the enemy base."