"I'd say at least one," Tegan quips, dryly, and then wishes she hadn't. Her throat is parched, so the harder edge to her voice hurts it. She's looking forward to finding water. Onward they trek - surely it can't be far. This kind of jungle foliage doesn't grow well far from the source. Maybe the island gets a lot of rain, she thinks.

"Where you from, Vincent?" Better to talk a little, Tegan supposes. She needs to suss out these guys quickly.