[ Still, he frowns. Sure, he's not sure if he can trust her as far as he can throw her (he is, by all rights, a paranoid bastard and they've only just met), but he kind of doesn't like the idea of her flopping over from exhaustion. He nods to her bags. ]

There's a blanket in our little camping kits. Think you can use it as a covering?

[ As far as the best course of action goes, he peers around at the forest for inspiration. The desert at their backs doesn't seem particularly inviting, seeing as how it's, you know, a desert, which makes trudging through the forest a more obvious answer. It probably helps that others have already forged ahead. Safety in numbers or whatever, assuming those numbers didn't include any blood-thirsty psychopaths prepping to pull a Hans Gruber/Bill Clay double-cross. ]

C'mon. Looks like everyone's headed this way.