[Perhaps in a more comfortable situation, it would occur to her to lighten the mood, possibly by saying something gently playful or humorous in the hopes of emulating what she's seen people in memories do with people who are supposed to be friends... or allies, or acquaintances - although it would be less necessary, of course if the occasion was an easier one to sort through. Instead, she only offers a solemn nod and an,]

I'll do my best.

[... not to be a burden, she almost includes, but catches herself in time. Progress comes in many forms. That's probably why she hesitates before speaking again, despite how innocuous the words are.]

Thank you.

[Her tone is kept polite, matter-of-fact, trying to shy away from the double-meaning. Hands unclasping from each other to rest at her sides instead, she casts one last long look in the direction she came from before offering an advisory,]

I don't think it's that way. At least... I didn't see any safe way out over there, and the people--

[Well.] ... Might not be happy to see us. [To put it gently. (Not that she doesn't intend to follow him, because she does, but the blind oughtn't lead the blind unless there's no other choice, right?)]