She laughed at him, "Sure, and get eaten by mosquitoes. Don’t be silly." She scooped her things into one half of the tent, leaving the rest of the area clear for Serrin. He struggled to extract his towel from the bag, then made for the shower. He passed two Zulus lugging what he took to be a small antelope through the camp gates, and saw that a fire for the roasting had already been started inside old rusted steel drums. His stomach told him antelope charred on the outside and bloody in the middle wasn’t what he wanted right now or at any later time, and he turned away, grateful he could at least look forward to a shower.