She catches the look from Clarke, and offers her a smile, deliberately wide and unsettling, and follows the others climbing down the rocks hands first a short ways, and then dropping down into the dirt and shale in a crouch. The dust rises around her, and she moves the short distance to one of the bodies on all fours, pats down some pockets, and pulls out something rolled up in cloth. A pouch of tobacco and a pipe, and she unwraps it and sniffs.

The pipe is resting in her mouth as she arrives alongside Clarke. "That was very kind," she comments, before going to pat down the man's boots, and pulling out a vicious looking knife, with hook-like designs that seem to have filed into it. An expression of distaste, and she tosses it aside.