The closer she got to Devon, the less she knew what she wanted to do. A decision would have to be made before she crossed over the dangerous border. She wished she had more information about what exactly she was expected to find when she got there. Was it a shelter where she could be given refuge? As much as spending any length of time around the self-righteous arseholes who mostly comprised the Resistance sounded positively dreadful, she couldn't deny that having a warm bed and adequate food every day was an attractive prospect.