"Who?" Nerys mouths to herself, and gets a mouthful of leaves for her time, no less, considering she's running at full pelt. It takes her adrenaline-fueled brain a moment to realize that the woman was likely referring to the pig she'd seen taking off like a photon torpedo earlier. As it happens, she runs past the pig, who is snuffling in some underbrush near the water, and wheels a little as she does a doubletake.

Well, if the little pig isn't running, then it's probably safe for her to slow down, right?

"Are you...uh, It-tee-tee?" she asks the animal, barely getting the words out for panting, hands on her thighs as she's half-bent over. He snorfles a little, grunting softly and emerging with a mouthful of grass and twigs, which isn't the response Nerys is looking for--but then again, she hasn't exactly been expecting him to talk.