Firefly Ravine [M] Pulling the heads from dolls

The plan was simple, really: get up, leave the territory, head to the marsh, then camp out there for the next few days. The steps were all there, begging her to pursue them and carry out her self-given mission. The possibility that she might be caught en route had never presented itself, the idea that someone would catch on before she had gone away unthinkable. But, like many things out there, her metaphorical capture was not impossible, and such was something she'd come to realize the moment Depp's voice had reached her ears. The sound had been enough to cause her body to jolt upwards a bit, having been far too focused on her current goal to have heard his approach. He had, quite clearly, caught her by surprise, earning him a narrow-eyed scowl.

"Is there really a need to even ask that?" she'd thrown back, eyes never leaving his own. An internal war was raging onward within her, all the while she tried her best to keep the upper hand on the situation externally. It was problematic, her mind telling her to search for the best escape route while her body encouraged her to close the distance between herself and the man before her. Managing to maintain some of her rationality, she kept herself firmly planted to the ground on which she stood, her entire self visibly tense.