"Irene," she said, not bothering to look up at the much-taller man now. Instead she just stirred around the chunks of squirrel and added the bird and herbs. "Yours?" She casually took the knife the moment he put it down and examined it at the same time she stirred the meat. It was heavier than her own. She put it back. "I have a tank of rainwater out back," she said, pointing to a metal bucket. "Go get some if you want any with your dinner."