Out where? Out there? [ Her smile is a shadow of its usual self: hollow and almost mocking as she holds out a finger and points lazily at the dark horizon.

She shakes her head. ]

We'll probably die out here if we don't, though. ...Why? [ Finally, a frown! Her brows crease slowly, languidly, as if she only remembers halfway through the expression why she's making it in the first place. ] This... this is the first time we've run into each other. Where have you been? What did you find?