"And I don't need random women pelting me with rocks," Alfred is moving quickly, though still pausing to check the trees occasionally for his signature 'A'. He still doesn't know the way back off by heart yet. Will he ever? He's always getting lost, even in signposted cities. "So I'd suppose we're both out of luck."

"We don't know how long it'll be. Best to dial back the crazy, hm?" He glares at her over his shoulder and nearly walks into a tree. Worst day ever.