[Asriel actually has yet to let go of the Drifter's hand, so both keeping up and staying close prove pretty easy to do. His eyes linger curiously on the little drone that follows the Drifter just as closely as he does - the partial map it projects is the closest he's come yet to anything that could help him get a feel for this place, so he does his best to make that fleeting glimpse count.

Of course, the fact that one square on the grid that seemed to be especially centered upon was marked "danger" kind of strikes him as... worrying. But it's probably fine, right? They might not even be going there. They're probably just going around it.

Even so, the quiet feels sort of... oppressive. Maybe his nerves are getting to him, but every snap of the undergrowth or rustle of the bushes makes his fur prickle. Quietly, he pipes up, hoping maybe something to talk about will make the walk seem a bit less scary.]

Um... I like your robot friend. I used to know somebody who built robots.

...I don't like her work as much as your thing, though.