Gemma smirks slightly at May, "it's nice to meet ya, luv. I know you were trying to go unnoticed but, hey now we're even, eh?" 

She glances over at the men by the fire and tries to quickly assess the situation. "I really don't know if we can trust 'em, but we don't have much of a choice neither." 

Gemma sees one of the men leave and walk near where they are to gather firewood. She startles a little when he raises his voice and she steps in front of May, almost protectively. 

"Just us girlies here. I'd like it if ya put the stick down there now. We don't mean any harm."

She glances around for any kind of weapon but can't see much in the darkness and just hopes for the best in a shite situation.