Vashti waits, still at point if they are to head off, for the others to accompany.  She may walk in front, but she bears no foolhardy illusions of leadership of this band, nor would she aspire to such.  More often than not, it was merely deference to her innate ability to be there successfully-- either spotting death or getting out of its way quickly.<br/><br/>Regarding the question of water, she shrugs softly and murmurs to herself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">what she mutters, if someone heard</div><div class="spoiler_body">"There are sweeter drinks about..."</div></div>