Shannon actively ignored the whining statement. This chick was like Boone with a vagina or something and she didn't want anything to do with that. The line of thought pissed her off just as much as it ripped her up on the inside. Not that she'd ever show it...
"Fucked up does not even begin to cover it," she called over her shoulder. "So you can either come with me or not, but I'm not gonna make it easy on these assholes by standing around scratching my head." She didn't look back and she didn't stop. There had to be something else. If they weren't in the jungle, then there had to be something. Somewhere. Shannon just had to find it. George could come or she could fuck herself; Shannon didn't really care either way.