"So... what? Is this it then? We're on our own from here and you two are just going to wait here till your company comes and picks you up?", Nova asks Crake.
She examines the area a little more, and wonders if she might be able to contribute by fishing or something. She was a great fighter, but unfortunately she didn't really have much in the way of survivalist skills. She could hopefully earn her keep with simple menial tasks like making twine and gathering wood though. Still, it would be better if they could find something a little more... developed. As far as she knew the warp lands were filled with ruins of the old world. The shattered remnants of cities that if the stories could be believed went for what seemed like a 100 miles or more and could host tens of millions of people if not more. If they could find something like that then maybe they could scavenge up some better tools and weapons and what have you so they didn't all end up being mud covered savages with flint spears.
To that end Nova would do her best to scan the horizon ahead on the other side of the river were the woods was denser, looking for any signs of large hills that maybe they could climb to get some high ground and really view what they had to work with environment wise.