[ Well, they couldn't possibly be any more on the same page, there. He may not be making air quotes, himself, but there's definitely the air of an eye roll in the flat look he meets hers with.
It's a little easier for him to navigate the tangled brush, but he takes the same cautions, anyway, stepping up and over. Who knows what kind of stuff might be waiting down there to snag an ankle, plant or otherwise. ]
Nothin' yet.
[ And getting nowhere, fast. The only learning they seem to be supposed to do around here is apparently about themselves (whether they want it or not); the Ancient appears to be exempt from all this uncomfortable exposure. Even a fraction of it. And to say that isn't frustrating would likely only be preaching to the choir, at this point.
Joel shakes his head, eyes catching on a grassy rut dug into the margin of the tracks they're following. Tires, fresh from the looks of it. But before he can comment on it, he hears the rumble of another engine, just beyond the trees. It takes an enormous force of will not to reach out and grab her by the arm again, duck under cover. But the sound's not headed toward them, anyway, merely running along parallel, a glimpse of dusty, dented metal gleaming through the jungle. ]
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It's a little easier for him to navigate the tangled brush, but he takes the same cautions, anyway, stepping up and over. Who knows what kind of stuff might be waiting down there to snag an ankle, plant or otherwise. ]
Nothin' yet.
[ And getting nowhere, fast. The only learning they seem to be supposed to do around here is apparently about themselves (whether they want it or not); the Ancient appears to be exempt from all this uncomfortable exposure. Even a fraction of it. And to say that isn't frustrating would likely only be preaching to the choir, at this point.
Joel shakes his head, eyes catching on a grassy rut dug into the margin of the tracks they're following. Tires, fresh from the looks of it. But before he can comment on it, he hears the rumble of another engine, just beyond the trees. It takes an enormous force of will not to reach out and grab her by the arm again, duck under cover. But the sound's not headed toward them, anyway, merely running along parallel, a glimpse of dusty, dented metal gleaming through the jungle. ]
Looks like we're going the right way.