Firefly Glen made it out alive, but I think I lost it

She shrugged her shoulder. "If yuh lookin' fuh thomeone, thith ith ya betht chanthe to find 'em. If yuh lookin' for food...Well, there'th that too- fuh trade. An' if yuh lookin' fer a pack to join," She said, and gestured broadly to the Glen- where more than half a dozen packs mixed, mingled, and traded. She'd essentially just wandered into a job market, and everybody was hiring. "Take your pick." She said with a chuckle.

If the woman wanted to be alone, then she would have steered clear of the glen. "Tho," She said, flicking her tongue across her lips. The woman's mention of the elk meat did not go without notice, but she wasn't offering handouts to everyone; not when she was curious. "You come here jutht in hopeth of findin' a bite to eat, or are you lookin' fer thomethin' elthe?"