Tina hadn't gone into the forest looking for Newt, but there was some thought in the back of her mind if she were ever likely to meet him in this place it would be there. She's not making any active attempt to look for the man, or any other persons for that matter, in her inspection of the woods that seemed to guard them. Especially not now when without a 'Point Me' spell she was dreadfully out of place. At least she hadn't taken any odd turns that it should be just a straight shot back, but it doesn't feel the case.
Tina's not in tune enough with the woods to dictate human movement from creature-- a matter that makes her fidgety in her trek especially when she hears something. She doesn't expect the annoyed muttering to earn her answer, least of all from a familiar voice. Even knowing the man was here isn't enough to stop a faint surprise at hearing him when she hadn't expected to for some months (or, if perhaps he decided against coming back, ever). Newt's voice is one she can't forget and from the day she met him was always soft enough her ears took a minute to catch it.
It was unmistakably the man's voice.
Swallowing, she turned back towards where the man's voice had come from. "Newt?" She answered, stressing the last syllable as she glanced towards the forest floor to make sure she wouldn't trip over anything before backtracking a few steps.
"Shoulda known you'd be hiding way out here, huh?" Her comment is far from judging. She speaks with a light teasing, a softness to her voice. She really hadn't thought she'd see him again so soon.
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Tina's not in tune enough with the woods to dictate human movement from creature-- a matter that makes her fidgety in her trek especially when she hears something. She doesn't expect the annoyed muttering to earn her answer, least of all from a familiar voice. Even knowing the man was here isn't enough to stop a faint surprise at hearing him when she hadn't expected to for some months (or, if perhaps he decided against coming back, ever). Newt's voice is one she can't forget and from the day she met him was always soft enough her ears took a minute to catch it.
It was unmistakably the man's voice.
Swallowing, she turned back towards where the man's voice had come from. "Newt?" She answered, stressing the last syllable as she glanced towards the forest floor to make sure she wouldn't trip over anything before backtracking a few steps.
"Shoulda known you'd be hiding way out here, huh?" Her comment is far from judging. She speaks with a light teasing, a softness to her voice. She really hadn't thought she'd see him again so soon.