The silence, at least, was comforting in its familiarity. She could almost see the anger at whatever might have hurt her mom. It was possible that she was projecting what she knew about her dad in her time onto this younger version of him, but she didn't think so.
She eyed the arsenal in the trunk approvingly. She hadn't come back with much and she missed the guns and knives that she'd had back home.
"Any guesses on what we're facing?"
She assumed he had some sort of theory. After all, he'd been here long enough to know what sort of things might be around. It would be good to have some idea of what sort of supplies to bring into the woods.