"Wouldn't know, seeing as I have no idea what you just said." Bert didn't look up, aiming a pebble with dead-on accuracy at a little tuft of grass. "Shouldn't you be inside getting a hot meal and some sleep? You survived a massacre. Should be fucking celebrating." He threw another pebble, rather harder than necessary, and watched it go skipping off in the moonlight to vanish into the deep shadow between two rocks.