She tilts her head, her wariness slowly turning quizzical. She’s safe enough from here, he can’t jump a gap that big, and if he’s in her head she’s fucked anyway.

“He’s a tea-chor. Actually.”

Even this situation she can’t help being a little shit.

Athena frowns, chewing on her lower lip, wondering if she should just walk away. But what else is there? Woods she has no way to find a path out of? “...All right, but if you try anything I’ll crush your balls like packing peanuts, we clear?”

A pause. “Which way should I be walking?”