"For now, I'll take your word for it." Caroline doesn't mind conversation right now; it's not like they need to be quiet to avoid the nightrenders when Caroline can hear them coming from a football field away, and Cammie might be able to do the same. The chit-chat keeps her from worrying about that wound that isn't healing yet. "Okay. Let's go that way, see if the fog's any thinner."

Even though they can hear the enemy coming, Caroline keeps ducking and running behind obstacles that give her cover. She can still sprint twenty yards in the blink of an eye, but she's winded and doesn't want to go much faster than that.

"Where are you from, anyway? That accent's like...Irish?"