Kiden walked in step with the rest, head up but eyes downcast, hands on the strap of her pack. The bag weighed about as much as she did, but she told herself that as soon as they got to the campground, the sooner they could get back to goddamn civilization.

The cigarette at her lips couldn't even begin to help her deal with the asinine conversation, though.

"Jesus fucking Christ, are we seriously doing this bonding bullshit? Give me a break--next we'll be having s'mores and singing Kumbayah."