He had to give a faint, weak chuckle at that. "No, but you'd be where I can see you." The fact that it was ongoing here and there while she was talking was a point in her favor, really; for now it was safer to just take her as someone else getting tormented.

He's keeping still, the spear staying across his lap, an arm draped over it. "Probably, but there isn't much point to hiding; whatever's out here already knows I'm here." If it didn't, he wouldn't be lost; going in a straight line would still be straight, and if she's just as lost, then that's another one it's aware of and messing with.