She pauses in looking around so she can motion for him to hold the hawk while she pull her arrow out of its head. She wipes it off on the side of her pants before slipping it back into the makeshift quiver she wears on her back.

She's once again at the ready after that, looking to the sky. A sound off to her right has her spinning about and firing, making direct contact with a squirrel. It falls to the ground and she glances up at him with something close to amusement.

"You better not be the kind of jackass that says yours is bigger than mine."