Were her human throat able to do it, she would have rumbled a wordless sound of agreement, before she snorts, "I'm the last person you'll find afraid of a walk."
Shoving her hands into her pockets. "Good either, way. You lead. I follow. Might task Chris and Tristan to cover west and south." they were four, but they weren't alone. They didn't have to do anything alone. Which is good. Warm. Made her feel good, which was shit. She liked it, but fuck. Gah. Stupid. "Get the show on the road?"