Joe nodded slowly, and shifted his weight, placing his gun in a comfortable position on his back. "Yes, sir. She said she was an American. I decided it'd be best to bring her back here. I wasn't sure what else to do. She's got something in that bag of hers. But she won't tell me what it is. I thought you'd like to check it, sir."
Winters nodded slowly, and his gaze returned to the woman, who still had the bag around her shoulders. "Classified," she said immediately. "And not for you to see." As he reached for the bag, she took a step back. "I told you 'no.' And I can assure you that this won't hurt anyone here. It's only meant to help."
She clenched her teeth as his hand reached out once more, aiming to grab the bag away from her. She quickly sank back onto the log she had occupied only moments before, and clutched the bag to her chest, curling over it protectively. "Back off," she growled, her voice was hoarse, and unwelcoming.
Winters raised a brow, and took a step back. Clearly, this woman would not give up the bag. "Toye?" He glanced at the man, who was staring down at the girl with a very confused face.