She sat utterly still. It wasn't the patient crouch of a hunting cat, but more like the stoic uncaring of a statue. The stone takes notice of the swift things that pass it by and simply chooses to ignore them. Nothing threatens the stone, and as yet, there was nothing to threaten her. So the Terran kneeled on the ground at a wide place in the trail. Only the misty white plume of her breath upon the chill night air gave her away as any more alive than the one who lay before her. She did not even shiver, though she realized on some level that she was cold. She was also oddly loath to reclaim her bloodied jacket from her departed friend.