Her banter is hardly necessary, and far from wanted, but it occurs anyway. Atlas judges the sound of her voice as something impossible to avoid and leaves it at that; although, the comment she makes is somewhat valid... If a little strange to him. The boy snorts softly, but otherwise does not indicate his feelings.
And then Caiaphas is standing, roaming towards the forest. The consort watches her with a bland expression upon his face, his ears pivoting to listen (however begrudgingly) to the bludgeoning manner with which she speaks. It would be easy enough to ignore her orders and simply leave her here, he muses. But that goes against his training - and his good nature.
Now come on, are you going to help me figure out what the frick this place is?
The voice curdles in the air. After a moment of leisure during which Atlas looks across the soggy coast, he turns towards her direction and begins to stride along.
The brief look of devilish amusement he catches from Caiaphas makes him want to roll his eyes, but he resists. Instead Atlas just slogs along behind her, keeping his ears in a twist, in case there is danger nearby.