"I only hit you with one rock," she warns, pushing the hair from her face, "You called me crazy twice." When he nearly walks into a tree, she smiles. "Careful."

Deirdre glares at the carved A's. Can't be any sort of identification, they haven't been here long enough. A path? The longer they walk, the crankier she becomes. These boots kill, she's soaked with sweat and this guy seems an asshole even without the head injury she's given him. Taking off her jacket to tie it around her waist, Deirdre ducks beneath the biggest palm frond she's ever seen.

"Who are you, then? Not that it matters."