"As far as I'm concerned, it's always a nice day for it," Andrea answers, which is as close as she'll probably get to saying that she doesn't know what to do with herself lately. She comes out into the jungle and shoots, she spends time with the people she's grown close to, but it all still feels directionless.

"Hey, how much ammo do you have?" she asks curiously. "Does anyone here know how to make it?"