"In a way," she shrugged her shoulder, and turned on her heel to walk with her back to him. She figured he was heading toward the river. It's where she'd choose to begin, if she was the one who'd paved a path for them to travel along. Raven, much like a bird, just flew north or south, and waited until she hit the end of the earth before she swung on her wings and flew back in the direction she'd came.

In a way, Raven would be in prison. Repairing a hundred year old pod behind the Council's back and plummeting down to Earth, along with her being the reason the Ark had lost a good chunk of air, she should be in jail. Worse, she should be floated.

Raven suspected she'd broken free of her own prison with her left leg moving as easily as her right, but she didn't so much as wish to allude to it.

Keeping slightly in step with him, she purposefully made sure she was just a little ahead. It was her attempt to bait him, as well as avoid him scrutinising her expression, if he so much as chose to try and study it. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not a jailbird."