He felt his mouth twitch, before he covered it with his sleeve again, wishing he had thought to bring his handgun along. He glanced about, checking for camp sites as they hiked, though that he was in presumably hostile territory made a cold camp a safe, if more uncomfortable, prospect than one with a fire. He had rain gear, so he could make a second, make-shift tent for the woman, but he had a hunch that the material would be very unsettling to her, if she hadn't recognized the name of Caiaphas, the name of the high priest that had decided that Jesus should have been put to death, and sent the ruling to Pontius, which resulted in his death. Kilgore was a Colonel known for liberal use of firebombs against 'illegal' targets during the Korean war. And Murphy was after Dr. Murphy, of the Murphy's Law fame. He still suspected that his parents had been drunk, high, or just mean minded when they named him.<br/><br/>He brought his attention back to reality, having only gotten distracted by his thoughts for a couple minutes at most, before turning to the woman. "Are you able to continue, or do you need to rest? If you have to rest, we can stop for the night."