There Sparrow went, being a dick again. He really should know better, especially with Alejo. Al was deadly as hell but he still had a sensitive soul. Sometimes Marina wondered how he'd lasted in this business -- and the apocalypse -- so long, but she was eternally glad that he continued to live.
The quest for oranges never ended and Sparrow began leading the way to a place they could scavenge. On the way, she reached out, tapping Alejo on the arm and raising her brows in concern. She hoped Sparrow wouldn't be too hard on him later. Especially if Marina was going somewhere separate from them.
She dug around in her pack until she retrieved a flashlight, then clicked it on to illuminate the area she was searching. "So, I'm digging. What am I going to be doing? I assume I'm going somewhere?"