"I dunno, it could be worse," she said with a shrug, "could've crashed into a frozen tundra, or directly into an active volcano. Sure, we could still dehydrate in the heat or go nuts and eat each other and then dehydrate, but at least the scenery's pretty."

Because hey, she always wanted to live next to the ocean. The universe generally went out of it's way to make her life difficult, but fuck it. She'd take what she could here.

When Llewellyn confirmed that he had had food in his case - a lot of it, specifically - she looked at him; first to look for a lie, and then to shoot him a grin, before she closed the gap between them long enough to give him a playful push - not rough or hard enough to hurt, for once!

"Yes! Okay, what'd it look like? Please say it was bright screamin' orange or some shit like that, at least then it'll be easy to see."