Natalie looks at Moose and apologeticly (and awkwardly) says “Eh....Moose.... sorry for startling you earlier. And ignoring you. I’m not a morning person as you can tell.”
Natalie moves towards the campfire stretching and then notices Elijah drawing, her eyes widen “You have paper?! I haven’t seen paper in.... what are you drawing?”
Seeing a big low pine tree with branches that cover just enough she crawls underneath and pulls her hood up and cradles a closed pocket knife in her pocket as she starts to doze watching the others around the campfire
Natalie makes an uncomfortable face but is to worn from travel to think to much about either of those sentences “I’m *yawns* gonna nap... if we’re doing watch wake me up when it’s my turn.” She says as she’s looking for a strategic place to sleep
“I’m cool with staying if Moose is and if they strangers don’t mind us planting here” Natalie shrugs and then looks at Mark and replies “That’s sad, religion is usually what people cling to for hope. I know I still do. But that preacher dude was just-“ Natalie shudders
“Unfortunately for him we didn’t want to stick around for the steak and booked it” Natalie keeps chucking at her bad jokes smiling and covering her mouth
“Darn it... well, we ran into each other back there and preacher dude found us and determined we were spawn of... well... yeah... he threw salt at Moose” Natalie laughs at the end of her sentence
“I guess that makes sense” she replies to Mark. Natalie eyes the two strangers and determines they seem alright and relaxes her stance a little then goes back to examining Elijah “I’m Natalie.” She folds her arms and tilts her head in thought still watching Elijah
Natalie laughs silently smiling at the ground “Ok stranger.” She then turns her head towards Mark “Is it even possible to find food that’s in sealed packages anymore?”