His point of origin explains the odd choice of clothing, and Tegan gives him another once over before she replies. He's going to suffer in those things, poor sod, but at the very least he'll have a decent pillow to rest his head on tonight. "London," she says, not bothering to list the country afterwards. Everyone knows where London is. "So at the very least, the weather's an improvement." She laughs, somehow cheerful enough to do so. She's still alive, she has enough of her kit together that she knows she can cut down some fruit or kill some mammals, and if she's hungry enough to be desperate, she can fish, and if worst comes to worst, Vincent is probably edible in parts. She's been in worse situations, far worse than this.

"Look," she says, the word interrupting her chuckle. Beyond the end of her finger, the trees give way to an opening and the silhouettes of a few people beyond. "Looks like we're through."