[Elise may notice, during her silence, her new companion here is looking around the area rather anxiously, his dark brows furrowing when the sand shifts, either from a brief breeze or a rolling tumbleweed. He seems a bit on edge, and makes the reason known pretty quickly.]

Right on the money, sweetheart, but this ain't no place to explain everything. C'mon, it's way safer down by the river there - don't wanna be running into them nasties again no time soon. Ah, but don't rush now, a'ight? Take it nice n'slow... Trust me.

[Which is a difficult concept for some, but he means it. Trust him to keep you safe, little madame.]