[ She watches him again from the corner of her eye, ostensibly studying the ledge, then the curve of the path. When he offers the first aid supplies, she accepts with a small nod of her head and a: ]

Thank you.

[ Before likewise moving even a bit further away; less from Hope, more because it gives her a more advantageous view of the path and a less visible position from above. With the way the land slopes, she's out of immediate sight from there, which suits her fine. Shorts are a joke of a kind, she supposes, but as she kneels and uses the disinfectant on the gauze to pat at the scrape and the line of blood down to the top of her sock, but so were white military pants. ]

Does it make any less logical sense than the fact people who aren't born to this world are here in the first place?

[ She uses the gauze to blot up some of the blood from her sock before tucking it into her palm and looking at the bandaid. She turns it over, noting the difference between one side and the two pieces of white on the back with a split in the middle. Using a nail to pull one white section back, she notes the gauze-like patch inside. Pulling off one white strip entirely reveals an adhesive back to the attachment surrounding the gauze; convenient, that.

It's telling that the bandaid takes longest to put on, with how efficient she'd been with the disinfectant and gauze, but once it's covering the worst of her scrape, she's bringing the disinfectant back to Hope and handing it over. ]

I don't need another path, or to save time. I suppose it's about understanding new restrictions... it's always easier to follow the path already laid out.

[ She says, looking toward the path, and talking about anything but the one they're standing on. ]