I suppose if you have all of the clothes and boots, I'll be heading your way.

[She draps the blanket from the pack over her shoulders and sets off fast walk in the general direction she thinks is northwest. At least she hopes it is.

The sand might be getting pelted by hail, but there is still a residual heat that seep through her thin slippers. She's only too pleased to see a tree line and she quickly limps towards it.]

Thank the Force! I could learn to hate this place thoroughly.