Kit licked her lips, eyes peering into the bottom of her leather water bag. She scowled and dropped it back onto the belt around her waist. Her violet eyes flickered around at the men around her, narrowed in suspicion and wariness. Her hand was always close to the knife sheathed at her waist when she traveled and today was no exception--in fact, around so many strangers in such an isolated place, her fingers were relaxed around the hilt. Then, the tall one spoke up, seeming friendly and genuine enough. She looked around at the others--one was a scrawny kid, she noted--and shrugged. "Kit," she said, giving her first name. She retreated back into silence, eyes flickering around the group.