"... Yes." Freya looked towards the husk who approached, a brow cocking up when she noted his appearance. "I assume you're part of the squad.  I'd say hop on, but your skin looks... Northern. Have you let the Officer know, so he can ration us out some sun-guard for you?" She buckled up behind the wheel, adjusting the mirror to see a sleeping husk in the back seat. "I know how a sunburn can effect performance, and I'd like to prevent that." She glanced to the back of the jeep, at the cases of supplies, and again to the sleeping husk. 
"Hey, Officer," She called, leaning out of her door. "Can you grab us one of the blankets from the back? We've got our night-shifter resting up, but she's probably gonna get burned."