As Fawkes stomps off to make sure no one was away from camp to use the latrine, the others make their way forward and start the process of scavenging. Hector isn't exactly cackling in the process, but there does seem to be a disturbingly cheerful air about the older man.

Josepha just smiles a little. "Thanks," she says. "Was it just me, or were these guys a little more on the clueless side than our usual?"