Uh. I'm. ...Uh. Uhhhhhhh. [He looks around. He's not too far off the beaten path, given that the beaten path is littered with fallen trees that would take ages to fully climb over to get to the next town over. But, panning, there's the roof of a building in the distance, and, hey, over that way's some water, maybe a lake?] Somewhere here-ish on 30. I might be preoccupied I think I'm close. Close-ish. I'll try not to get startled to fuck when she shows up if she finds me. I'll be the frantic, devilishly handsome guy with a rat tugging at his pants.