[No, it doesn't look as if you have.

Which he doesn't need to hear, though she suspects the sharp of her gaze may give her away regardless. A wonder she has the discipline to even keep it to herself. Likely a result of her experiences of the past. Sometimes a look, after all, can be considerably more powerful than words.

He makes mention of her appearance and for just a moment, she tips up her chin to eye what she can above them. Most of it is just trees, mushrooms, leaves, and other blockaded views, but she's almost certain that it's not the glaring sun she's grown accustomed to in Springstar. Even then, to say she's accustomed to it would be a stretch. Come to think of it, she hasn't had the same reluctance to travel here as she normally does. No need for a parasol here.

Wherever could they be...?]

I should think not. The environment in Springstar doesn't give me the luxury to do so. [She gestures to the net that she'd rudely interrupted his work with before.] If you've found yourself with some extra food, I'd be willing to take some of it off of your hands.