He shakes his head, squinting in the light. The sun rises like it would anywhere, there is no one around, and no matter where he goes, there is something preventing him from escaping. "Houses, all around," he says. "Checked five. Unoccupied." His voice is rough, as usual, the lack of use making it sound like he hasn't spoken since he'd seen her yesterday (which isn't entirely a long shot).

"Found berries. Looking for fowl," he says, with a whistle and a tip of his chin skywards.