If it wasn't already apparent by her absolute silence the entire way back, she still hates this idea, and Ren's immediate answer to Taako's question would be, honestly, no. But she can't find it in herself to vocalize that fear and while she looks the opposite of prepared with her bare feet and flimsy outfit, she nods. It's just her and no garbage filled bag to buffer whatever attack is going to come. "We can go."

The camp is unnerving now, lacking the warmth it had only a few hours before. While a part of her was tempted to stay here, it's reminiscent of her world now and she can remember how packs of wild dogs would wait and surround their prey in areas just like this. This enemy works on a larger scale with far more planning that dogs could ever muster up and Ren doesn't have the confidence she could outrun them like ghosts. Not yet.

She's about to start walking, not leading the way so much as getting the heck out of there before they're spotted, when Drifter's question catches her by surprise. Ren wants tell them it's fine-she's fine-in weak attempt to hide her obvious distress. She can walk, but her feet already feel like lead with the one step she took towards the Danger Zone and she doesn't want to slow them down. Cautiously, she places a hand on their shoulder, ready to get on when they give the okay. "It won't hurt you?"