Storm watched as Quilla took the blanket, and shook her head. “Listen Princess you aint the only one ‘ere npw are ya?”  A smile or was it a sneer passed her lips. “We ‘ave two blankets and five folks and I am fackin’ sure that no one wants ta be lookin’ at my baps and arse.”<br/><br/>“e only needs a kilt.” Her chin indicated to the male elf. The rest of us likely need somfing more.” “Lets see abbat cuttin’ up these blankets so we can all ‘ave sam dignity.” She raised an eyebrow. Storm for all her gruff exterior was indeed a team player.<br/><br/>“Grab the trip wire too, we can use it fer ‘untin’ maybe? Is there anyfing else?” After another pause the woman rubbed her temple, “Dammit I need a fackin’ drink this bastard behind the eyes is becomin’ more than a  bloody bastard.”<br/>