[ and let’s be real, scott, this isn’t the strangest thing you’ve found someone doing in the middle of the woods. Probably. ] Did I just… what? [ she quirks a brow, not giving in to his query, because she’s got to feel him out first. ]

I can see that… you look like you’ve just run a marathon. [ she hops off the log and walks over to him, hand coming to rest on his shoulder as he catches his breath. ] Just promise not to pass out, because I don’t want to have to lug two bodies back to the road. [ assuming they find the screamee. ]