[And he follows, glaring at her back, arms crossed over his bare and bruised chest. Ugh, he hates this. He was inappropriately dressed, flung into some odd world to be experimented on, his back was killing him, and he has to rely on a cheeky little brat to hopefully lead him into town.]
I should hope we're going the right way, for your sake.
[Action because she's sych a brat. <3]
hopefullylead him into town.]I should hope we're going the right way, for your sake.