She'd been about to answer that a Whistling Woman was a what not a who, and that they wouldn't have to worry about one out here anyway when the actual question came.

Her jaw set, just for a moment, setting the mister down completely, the rest of the tomatoes could wait, and they were all in good health anyway, "Yeah, she did. When she first picked me up and again on the way back after ...everything." Getting black-bagged, as it were, had definitely put things into perspective, "And I get it, trying to contact them would put them in as much danger as the rest of us."