Tasha is surprised Syd has referenced herself the same way.  Syd rolls onto her side and turns away.

TASHA: I’m sorry to have gone on like that.

SYDNEY: (turns her head around) No problem Tash, it’s good•I don’t think I ever heard you talk so much about it.

TASHA: Hell, that’s probably the most I’ve ever talked about.

SYDNEY: It’s good to talk.

TASHA: Then how come you never talk about Susan’s death?  I often look at you and see body language and a face that says you don’t want to talk about it•but your eyes shout that you do.

SYDNEY: (ignoring the question) Good night, Tasha.

TASHA:  So silence is your best answer?

SYDNEY: Sometimes silence is the best answer.

Tasha raises her right arm slightly as if to pat Syd in the shoulder, but refrains from touching her.  Tasha rolls onto her side facing away from Syd.

TASHA: Good night, Syd.

INT: HABITAT SITE TENT – LATER THAT NIGHT

Sydney and Tasha are asleep in the tent. Syd is awakened by Tasha, who is flailing feverously from a nightmare.  Syd sits up to wake Tasha

SYDNEY: (reaching for Tasha’s shoulders) Tasha wake up…it’s OK.

Tasha’s left arm breaks free and her elbow lands firmly on Syd’s cheekbone. Syd recoils in pain, and then quickly returns to control Tasha, who is in a panicked stupor. Syd finally awakens Tasha.  Tasha’s eyes are huge and glazed she is panting, soaked with sweat and trembling. Syd puts her arms around Tasha to sooth and comfort her.

SYDNEY: It’s OK, Tash.  You’re safe.  It’s just a dream.

Syd holds Tasha, rocking her gently.

MAX: (calling from his tent) Is everything OK?

SYDNEY: We’re fine.  Just a bad dream.

SYDNEY: (to Tasha) Lie down and get some sleep.  Everything’s OK.

Tasha lies back down on her side facing away from Syd.  Syd brushes Tashs’s hair away from her face.

SYDNEY: My God, you’re shivering.

TASHA: (mumbling•her teeth chattering and silently sobbing) I’m so cold.

Sydney unzips both sleeping bags than zips them together so the two bags are connected.

SYDNEY: Slide over here•let me help you get warm.