"You really think I'd admit to it if I was?" But even as young as she is, her voice is far enough from the giggles of children, and it sounds more annoyed. She was just as tired of being toyed with as everyone else in the forest.

Astrid emerges from the trees still eyeing the man cautiously. The makeshift spear really gets her attention, but she tries not to let her gaze linger on it for long. Just enough to judge a good distance to stand with enough room to counter it.

"The fire sticks out. It makes you really easy to find, you know." At least something was, in this damn place.