By this time, Stephen was well under the numbing effects of the scotch, and as such was more receptive to Joe than he would have ordinarily been. He tossed his bag to the ground and huffed dully. "Yeh, well, have enough encounters like fuckin' that one and you will," he grumbled. He clumsily collapsed into a sitting position, arm resting over a bent knee. Rhea curled up beside him and sighed heavily herself, relieved to be back in the wild and away from the foreign environment of buildings and streets. Stephen petted her subconsciously while he watched the horizon. "Desert's cruel, but people're worse. Whatever bad shit you think is out there waitin' for you in the wilderness, ain't nothin' compared to what some people'll think up. Gave up on folk a long time ago. Best take my chances in the wastes."