( At this point, it's habitual. The best way to get a sense for a new location is to put feet to the ground and move through it. Learning about the current feelings of the natives following the events that'd breached the center, things like that. Not that sentiment appears to be less than positive, but there's a difference in getting her finger on that pulse and trusting that things are as they seem.

Trust is hard for her, even if she's more willing to try these days. For the most part. Just like how she does not want to feel caged in anymore. No walls, no small buildings, so caves, no firelight only. Room to breathe. Natural sounds. Life. )

Snow's not the worst. Nothing I love, either.

( She lifts her shoulders in a small shrug, then lifts herself out of her seat to stand. )

I should be getting back to work for the time being. Pretty sure money factors into moving, one way or another.