Few too many holes now for a tent. And entirely too much to carry around.

"If I'm keeping it for anything, it's for rags to clean my guns."

The material rends with a satisfying sound and she inhales, relatively free from the waist up. "Hm, just a sec."

And she sits down, mostly hidden inside the tent-skirt, before crawling out the hole he'd made earlier. "There." She stretches, relishing the freedom of movement.