[Quiet Man Cometh]

"I suppose if we want to make it anywhere before dark, we'd better get moving," Dara says, looking out at the tall dwellings in the distance. "Assuming we know where we *are* going." Rifle slung over one shoulder and kit hanging behind her back, she walked a little ways around the beach, seeing what might be around in the sand, as much out of personal curiosity as to keep an eye out for something they could use.