Why is he looking at her like that? She stares back for a moment before turning to grab the rope and the saw. She doesn't respond verbally in any way, just walks down the slop to the next house that might have people inside, and knocks on its roof.

No one seems to be in this one, she decides after multiple knocks. She moves on, picking her way among the rocks. What good would talking do now? she wonders. This Washington is strange to her. Why did he wait? Over half an hour of recharging, and he just waited.

She looks at him before knocking on the next roof, falters, and in the end, still doesn't speak.