She hesitate only a moment before taking his canteen. Learning to fight made one THIRSTY. She chugged as much as she could; it spilled over the corners of her mouth and she choked a bit before pulling back.

"So in other words...do what I've done my entire life, Major."

She hadn't exactly risen from much the same way Sharpe had, but could it be that they had some element of "self-made" in common? She regarded him with a new kind of interest. Curiosity. Compassion, maybe. Maybe not.