She's well on her way back-- or what she hopes is the way back-- when the voice makes her stop. It's a more recent voice, one she'd heard less than a week ago. While it was hardly enough to call it familiar Tina wasn't going to forgetting it anytime soon. Even if Queenie had warned her, told her anything, she still wouldn't know how to answer the man (should she even answer him?). Tina finds there's a kind of inner turmoil in her-- If this was New York the answer to that was a simple no.

This wasn't New York, however, and if her sister knew there wasn't away she'd let him get away if she could help it.

Heaving a sigh, the woman worried on her lower lip taking a step over a large branch. "It's only me," She called in return. Realizing quickly that doesn't exactly help she waits a moment before the figure came into view. If she had any doubts in her ability to remember voices it fades entirely as the portly man came into view. "Wasn't trying to scare you or anything; I just needed a look out here for myself."