Getting lost down here is... almost an inevitability. Sure, with her can-do attitude and positive outlook, it seemed like she could take on the world. In theory. Unfortunately, theory would only get her so far. In practice? Well, sometimes she falls more than a little short. Especially when she's not being careful enough, or when she get spooked.

Running from the broken down bridge, having turned back (read: chickened out), the girl is... not in the best spirits. Coated in sweat, looking like a mess, and clinging to her pack. Thank goodness nothing had fallen out. Grateful to be on solid ground once more, far from the bridge, far from what had driven her off course, she rummages for her map.

While it had cost her a decent sum, it's crafted from years of experience. More years than Brynn herself has, so she'd take it. Absolutely take it. Tracing the last landmark she'd encountered, the broken out bridge... what direction had she run? As she tries to figure it out, retrace her steps, look at where she'd come, Brynn realizes just how lost she is. Anxiety rising in her stomach, a twisting feeling in her throat. At this point, it's all she can do not to cry.

There's no telling exactly how long she's been staring at the map, hoping it pushes her toward answers. Too long, probably, when she finally hears footsteps. They belong to another Courser, as far as she can tell. Before she can stop herself, Brynn calls out. "Um, hi. Hello. Can you help me?"