Melanie, too, felt a bubble of excitement at the sight of this friendly face. His self-guided philosophy seemed very similar to her own. The lifestyle he described, though it'd be poor of her to admit it, sounded very close to what she deemed ideal. Immediately, she was resisting the urge to talk his ear off for fear of scaring him away, and though she wouldn't want to make any definite deals without the ay-okay of the group, she'd throw a simple offer out there regardless. "It just so happens that this bunch and I are looking to move on from here. Either now, or soon. If that schedule happens to rub up against yours, well, I think a little extra strength in numbers never hurt." As she turned again to face the group, she remembered the aphrodisiac, or rather, the stiff pole between her legs reminded her with a brush against the thigh. Melanie naturally found herself a tad embarrassed, but then again, in the scorching badlands, where the only water gives everyone a mental hard-on, nobody really should have any room to judge.