Jadna stops to tie a strip of the torn fabric from her coverall onto a low-hanging limb.  She sees Mars and John approach, and doesn't gloat... in fact, she breathes a loud sigh of relief upon seeing them.  The bare flesh of her arm gleams in the pale light.  "You are the one with the military experience, so I leave it to you."  The faintest hint of her Slavic accent, imperceptible during their early conversations, is like a familiar friend now.  "If something happens, and we must flee... we should follow these back to the wall and rendezvous.  Then head that way..."  she points in the direction Mars and John originally designated.  "And if someone must be left behind, then the others must go on."  She says this flatly.  "I want no one to wait for me."<br/><br/>She sets off again towards the glimmer of light in the distance.