Anna chewed her lower lip as she looked at the prints and the trail that led deeper into the swamp. The reminder of her stomach didn't help her decision making process, but she took the plunge and pressed up the trail. As she walked, she reached over her shoulder and pulled out a packet of trail rations. She had never tried the things before, but they were all that she had found among the wreckage that she was reasonably sure weren't ruined by sea-water and the storm.<br/><br/>With some combination of reluctance and curiosity, she scanned the swamp about her and opened the packet. The contents weren't particularly appetizing, but she pulled out a piece of cured meat... of some kind... and stuck the end between her lips. The heavy salt flavor made her grimace, but she chewed against the dried pork until it moistened and softened. As she chewed, she considered the taste and the fact that while it would keep her alive... she hoped... it would require more water than she had to live off of it.<br/><br/>She swallowed the lump and pulled out what looked like a dried chip of apple and popped it into her mouth as she continued to walk, slowly, along the path. The sweetness of the pear... not apple... was a startling contrast to the pork, but did little to replace the fluids that she was sweating out... and she would have to relieve herself soon, on top of everything else.<br/><br/>Eventually, she stuffed the remains of the package back into her backpack and reluctantly drained her canteen. She paused and looked about before she approached a tree and with her back to it, unbuckled her weapon's belt... slung it across her shoulder, and worked her trousers down. She felt her cheeks flame as she squatted and with all the care possible for the material, sighed as she felt the pressure on her bladder begin to drop. "That's a bit better." she said to herself and tried to not feel so embarrassed by a natural bodily action... but it was distinctively different to do this in pants than with skirts.