[ Fifteen, twenty minutes? Too long. She's too vulnerable. She can't have him gone too far. Change of plans. ]

No, do go so far. We will make fresh water, instead. [ She says 'we', but really. She means him. ] Find a cup, instead. And something to use as a lid.

[ She motions with one feeble hand to the bucket of saltwater she'd brought along, then makes a triangle shape with two flat hands. ] A lid with some kind of 'peak', like this.

[ Be creative, she doesn't say. She fans the fingers of one hand. ]

Five minutes. Please.

[ If another monster shows up, that'll be it for her. ]