[What a whiner! Her expression hardens as her left hand rests on the hilt of her sword that's on her left side. So no chance of unsheathing it, but just a reaction to what she's deeming to be an intense situation.

She's also used to dealing with whiners so it's... just par for the course. At least Fin kind of grew up and manned up after two years of being partners together.

That said, she's the worst person to annoy in this sense as she starts to yell a little firmly at him.]

Snap the hell out of it! We're not going to die, we're going to make it. Grab some of that white powder and let's get going. We'll find a place to rest, your bitching be damned!

[Ugh, she can already hear her mom yelling at her for how unladylike she is, but whatever.]