Dawnlark Plains Nothing, no nothing

His question is reasonable, certainly, but it strikes a chord within her nonetheless. N-no, She mumbles, eyes heating with the returned threat of tears. She's so useless; perhaps if she hadn't spent so much time panicking and being stupid, she'd know a little bit about where she is. But she doesn't know which direction home is, or how far it is, or anything even remotely useful. She swallows again, struggling against her emotions. She manages to keep the tears at bay, if barely, and it makes her feel a little better about the situation. If nothing else, she can at least control herself a little.