Kurt placed his hand on Rhett's shoulder as she left in an angry storm. "Some people." he muttered. Rhett hurried after her, pushing his way through the crowd. She sure was fast, he'd give her that. He looked for tracks in the mud leading away from the camp. He frowned and followed them. He heard a familiar huffiness under a bridge and made his way over to it. He saw her sitting there, being miserable by herself. "You know, I have never met such a selfish person." he said, pulling out a cigar.