She is helping to add a trench to a new ditching system around the Basecamp when he finds her, every inch as dirty, sweaty and in need of a bath as the individuals beside her. When he speaks, she leans on her shovel, and then informs her crew to take a break while she discusses the matter with the Hatchling.

She gestures for him to follow her to a portable water dispenser, where she cleans her hands, and then she straps a gun from a communal table of weapons to her thigh. "Let's go for a walk."

It isn't so much that she wishes for privacy as the fact that her crew were there, they all know the story. They've gone over it again and again until it's almost mythicized among them. She'd just rather not do two things at once, and her aching back could use a break and a brisk jaunt around the perimeter. As they fall into step, she asks, "You've got ten minutes of my time, Vidar. What can I tell you?"