The Tangle lament

She's vaguely aware of the light fading around them, but she's more aware that the stranger is unimpressed with her, as most are. He's talking to her nonetheless, so she takes that as a good sign. Tsiokwaris, She repeats, butchering the name only a little. To his question: Yeah, um, kind of that way? Accompanied by a vague gesture toward home.
His next question draws a soft laugh from her. Sort of, She admits a little reluctantly, but there's humor in her gaze. I think I've found my way home by luck more than anything else. She pauses a moment, deciding she'd rather not talk about herself more than she has. Do you have a destination?