[ gwen makes a little face when the bird hits ground. of all the horror film looking things they could come across, it had to be the distant descendant of dinosaurs. ]

Definitely not in a position to be choosy.

[ she hops out of her spot to gather the animal before something else attempts to make off with it. snagging it on a web-line, she ties it to the others they've, well, the others yelena has bagged. gwen's job is purely spot and collect. probably "carry everything back when they're done" too.

back in her spot, gwen frowns at the desert. ]

What I wouldn't give for a pizza. Coke. Might get wild with a tub of ice cream. [ "wild" here meaning eating a half-gallon of ice cream while listening to taylor swift and mourning the end of imagined relationships. ]