A slither of hope at best but still hope nonetheless.

Loz can't help but make a face at her when she confesses that truth. Here he thought she knew something about camping. Honestly, he should've known. The pink little pipsqueak looks a tad young in his opinion, young and inexperienced. "Well, I guess the two of us are in the same boat." He grumbles quietly as he walks past her.

"Get a move on, princess. Let's make sure our 'buddies' don't freeze to death." Loz uses the term 'buddies' loosely since he actually doesn't like anyone enough to call them a 'friend' just yet. In his opinion, everyone is worthless or useless in some way with only a small handful being slightly redeeming on some level. Loz is a harsh critic, especially since he's mildly resentful of those who are human.