She seems calm, which is comforting. Granted, she looks like the sort of person who would strand themselves in the wilderness for fun. Not really like an airline hostess at all. But it's not his place to judge, is it?

Vincent nods.

"I'm-I'm fine." He says, trying to sound like he means it, while silently berating himself for both not thinking to mark his path, and not noticing the letter scrawled into the tree. He's already wondering how many of those he might've walked right by without seeing them. "Given the circumstances."

He looks around, finding the next marked tree (judging from the direction his new companion came from) and begins walking again. No point in standing around longer than necessary, right?