All that sounded good to Gwen.  In particular, she wanted to find some shoes.  While she really, really didn't want to wear the shoes off a dead person, anything was preferable to standing barefoot in cold mud.  "Uh..."  She hazarded when the commanding elf girl got to the end.  "Since that's the only shelter in sight, and since it's the only real landmark around here, don't you think others might have the same idea?"  She asked.  "Like, people with bows they use to kill people?"  She waved around at the many slain.  "If that tower is inhabited, they might have someone on watch at the top and already know we are here."  She held up a hand in preemptive stall of any rebuttal.  "I'm not saying we don't go there, just saying we should be careful is all."<br/><br/>After another moment, she observed.  "I don't remember the light flashing at this end. Did you all just fall from out of your lives like I did?  Bright, painful flashes of light and like your stomach was fighting its way out of your belly, and then the mud?"   She saw confirmation in the others eyes before they answered.  "Was there a flash on this side?  Something someone out there could have seen from a distance?"  She only remembered the mud, and that was upsetting enough.<br/><br/>She was already on the scavenge as she spoke, using her eyes and her wits to scan each body before taking the effort to move.  She knew what she needed most, and what she hoped to find.