Mary caught James his bluff, reminding herself that he had told her he had wounds. Would he be able to defend himself at all. She glanced at the man with gun, and frowned. He too, was walking with a big limp. She debated whether to let them know she's a doctor, but she decided against it. 

"Being a National Guard doesn't mean shit anymore," she called back, her hand on the gun on her thigh, even though the hedge prevented the man with the gun from seeing it. "Though since you ask so nicely" She said as she moved more into view, her lower body still covered by a low part of the hedge but her upper body visible. She noticed James moved in front of her, and that moved her a bit. She softened her voice and turned towards the man with the gun. "We just need a good night sleep and some food. Then we can be out of your hairs again."