She glances up at him and then back toward the street a few times, antsy and skin itching with nervous energy. She tries to focus on keeping her steps in time with his, even when everything in her is screaming to take off running until she hits sand again. If he's calm, she thinks she needs to at least act like she is.

"A few hours?" She's not sure and it shows on her face. She had started running once she realized she was here, not home, and hadn't bothered to keep track of the time. Her skin wasn't that cold, a sure sign that she hadn't been outside nearly as long as she thought. "I want to ask that about you. Since you look different and all."