"It's a real dumbass way to travel, but at least she can pilot the thing." He considers, for a moment, reaching into his pockets and producing one of his aerorigs to travel over the forest the same way she did, but he doesn't feel like he can trust himself right now. Before he arrived, certainly, but now? Now is a bad time for fight.

His muttering about Diana ceases, and he stops investigating his pockets so he can look at her with an irritated expression and an annoyed flick of his ears. "Hey, hey! I haven't survived this long without being aware that anything could happen to me at any moment."

And yet the forest offers nothing to cement this belief. He's treated to silence and wonder and serenity that tries to crawl under his skin and live there. Who would have thought that feeling serene would feel like an incurable rash. He deflates. "Okay, fuck it. This is exhausting. I'm taking a nap. If we die here, you only have yourself to blame for not listening to me."