Gervash nodded in affirmation, too tired to argue. "I'd like that, and in the morning I can explain myself, preferably to someone in charge. You all have a right to know what's coming after you..." he trailed off, in a queer mix of exhaustion and foreboding. His armor had a few dents and scrapes from holding off the infected and a few chance collisions with trees and rocks, but was mostly intact, if a bit dusty. His undersuit was slick, and caked with the ever-present dust of his surroundings, and despite his healthy pallor, the fear in his eyes was still present, like a stifled flame biding its time behind lumber, waiting to rise up in force. As they headed onwards, Gervash took a look at his new guide with some curiosity, or at least an excuse to take his mind off his former employers. "Sam, I'm sorry to say this, but I don't have any local currency to pay you. I've got my gear, but not much. I could work, but I'm not sure there'll be time for that before they come."