Great, just great. He made it obvious to her that he was just as lost as she was and, despite how comfortable he looked playing up in the tree, he really didn't know the area that well either. With a sigh she looked at her map again and then to the trees all around them, the lines and names meaning no more to her than they had a few moments prior. Just as soon as she'd come to the realization that they were both in strange territory she looked to up to the tree where the man had been and found him gone. Alarmed, she almost ran off wildly before she got the sense to look in front of herself and, lo and behold, there he was. Just walking away, though, mind you. Frustrated that he hadn't bothered to say anything to her about a plan, she followed him with a scowl firmly placed on her lips.
"Fine," she called, running to catch up to him so she wouldn't be left lagging behind. "I'm Lena by the way, what's your name?" she asked, folding the map and stuffing it into her pocket so she didn't look so obviously confused any longer. "And you don't really have a plan, do you?" The question was more of an observance, her scowl twisting into a smirk as she looked from him to the instrument in his hand. It was somewhat familiar; she recognized it from her days living at home.