Much to Kennedy's surprise, she was invited onto Astrid's boat. She simply stood there for a moment, unsure of the consequences her next actions might have. After a few more seconds of considering the situation, she followed the girl onto the yacht, Enzo in tow behind her. The warmth of the cabin was inviting, and reminded her how quickly the seasons were changing around them. After making their way inside, she simply stood in the space as Astrid spat out a few words of direction. Kennedy nodded after each word and stepped towards the corner with the other bed, setting her pack down to get her gear out. 

"Thank you," she said, turning again to face the other woman. Noticing the spear sitting within inches of waiting fingers, Kennedy realized that it was probably best to set her gun down and away from her while she rummaged through her backpack. The .22 pistol was placed a few feet away, safety on, and Kennedy moved back to get the blanket from her bag. The last thing she wanted to do was appear threatening to someone who had just offered them a warm place to sleep for the night. 

Enzo took his place beside Kennedy's cot after she got her blanket down. She sat down then and grabbed a cup of dog food, placing it before the canine who quickly dug into the crunchy bits. Here eyes glanced around the space. It was cozy, almost even seemed safe. Quite the luxury in the world they inhabited. Noticing a .22 rifle across the cabin, Kennedy nodded to herself. She didn't have much to offer, but she reached into her bag and grabbed a small handful of bullets. Figuring it wasn't a good idea to approach someone who had a nice pointy stick sitting in their lap, she placed the bullets on the table and then took her seat back on her bed. "For letting us stay here. I don't have much else to offer. Money doesn't really have any value anymore..." 

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