[Her next comes pretty quickly - just a minute or so after his.]

I wish.

[Her poor soaked gun!]

East of the mountains, west of the beach, there's something mechanical. Sounds kinda like a helicopter. You picking up on that?

[It's likely not so easy to hear over the walkie, and certainly not prominent enough for the text transcription to pick up, but if he listens to her audio he'll find that there is indeed a thrumming sound audible in the background of her feed.]