[Miriam peered into the trashcan curiously, standing on her toes. Looked like a normal trashcan to her. Aside from the wine, nothing worth snatching. She followed the soldier man without hesitation, though. Alcohol could be traded or used to clean wounds. Or to drink. She didn't like wine, though. The taste got under her skin.
She beamed at him suddenly, all sunny charm.] Really? You think they have trees here?
[She didn't ask his name or offer hers. Doesn't seem relevant just yet. Maybe later, if he hadn't ditched her. She could offer to clean his guns, Miriam thought. Scout ahead. Prove herself useful enough to keep around. Maybe. If he stayed nice.]
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She beamed at him suddenly, all sunny charm.] Really? You think they have trees here?
[She didn't ask his name or offer hers. Doesn't seem relevant just yet. Maybe later, if he hadn't ditched her. She could offer to clean his guns, Miriam thought. Scout ahead. Prove herself useful enough to keep around. Maybe. If he stayed nice.]