Nina:

Cursing the bright sunlight, the sand, the heat, and the stupidity of a man who surely ought to know better, hailing unknown strangers in a land as desolate as her worst nightmares. She held the strange garment pinched between two fingers, dropping it into the sand with a sniff of distaste, training her bow upon the strangers. Where her arrows did little against the undead, here they would do better.

"Let us not show weakness to these that are unknown," she says to Tristan and Yorrick. "Why they should also be wandering this waste, just happening upon us is a coincidence I don't know that I trust, especially after ... that. Be on your guard."

She throws Neshi a distrustful glance, muttering, "Madmen," under her breath.