She raises an eyebrow. She'd be dumber than anything if she pranced headlong into the jungle with this man without any reservations. She's stupid still for doing it, but desperate. Deirdre has no water, no food, no tools. Still, how stupid is he for not expecting some hesitancy from an unarmed, lost woman? "Maybe. Don't really know what the fuck's going on." She tilts her head to the side and forces a condescending smile. "Do you?"

Deirdre follows, resisting the urge to shove her hands in her front pockets.