June smiles, a touchy wryly, and she shrugs offhandedly. "Well, it's not like I had much of a choice. You sleep on the ground enough nights in a row, you start to get used to it. It's not like I can check into a four star hotel, you know?"

Her smile fades, though, and she rubs absently at the back of her neck, sweeping away her hair. "The outdoor living isn't what's tough about it, anyway. It's not having seen my son in six months that's hard to adjust to. I'm starting to feel like I'm never going to get back home."