"Iron is nice, but steel is better. Rust can be a real bitch. Then again, iron works against some really crazy shit." Jack wasn't going to clean up her language for a stranger, even the knight of Ilyien had seemed a little put off by it. She could keep it clean, but why?
"So does lead." She shrugged; the hunter winced now and then as the vines were trickier than she expected. They had a natural "don't mess with me" bit of prickliness. Thankfully she did not have to mess with stinging nettles.
"Fish. Fish is good. Wild boar better, but harder. Wild boar is probably more likely here." Yes, she'd read. She'd also watched many a late night tv episode on Discovery or Animal Planet, depending on the place she stayed. "Maybe some sort of vermin - small traps?" Food was a good thing to have; they had no idea how long they'd be here, what sort of miseries that were in store.
"I suppose you could say that. I've fought in my short days. Guessing you're one? The 'also' kind of makes me wonder." She smiled up at him, giving a little wink.