"Good to meet you, Vincent," comes the response. A full name is a little poncy for their surroundings, but whatever, if he wants to be Vincent, Tegan will give him a little dose of comfort - at least until she forgets. "I don't know that I'd expect too much in the way of rescue," she comments, and her mind turns to the potential consequences if they are. Tegan doesn't really want to be in the hands of the authorities for any reason, especially not identification. She hasn't got her fake passport anymore. Could get tricky.

She tilts her head upwards, a whiff of woodsmoke tickling her nose. "Fire," she says, perhaps unnecessarily. "Guess that means we're closing in."