"Yeah, no shit," Dustin grumbles, although the fight is rapidly leaving him without anyone rising to the bait. Instead he simmers in silence. He'd like to just stomp off and pretend like this never happened, but Lauri-Ell has a point; this new forest is more dangerous than he gave it credit for. A longer fall, or a few spiky branches at the bottom? That could have ended poorly and with very little preamble. Maybe a second set of eyes and some muscle is what he needs to get back to his shop.

Grudgingly, Dustin turns to look Lauri-Ell in the eyes - pauses when he finds that he's roughly level with her chest, cranes his neck back - with a deadpan, albeit somewhat deflated expression.

"Where are you headed?"