She contemplates telling him to stop shooting--dead birds with arrows in them will get noticed as out of the ordinary--then lets it go. It'll no doubt get written off as one of the million strange things people claim to see in-country but can never prove. Even if someone took the arrows, it wouldn't amount to much; it's not like they'll put two and two together and get 'American girl, immortal prince and their respective attitude problems were out hunting Viet Cong.'

When they get back to the cluster of trees they've been using for camp, she takes a seat and starts digging in her bag for C-rations. "These don't taste like much of anything, but they keep you fed." Unless you feel like showing off and pulling better food out of the air goes unsaid, but there's a hint of it in her expression.