voice;

[The voice is a little familiar. Enough that she doesn't dismiss the comment right away as more of the same. She hasn't talked to this man since the day she encountered him in the woods. It surprises that he does bother to reply. But then again, almost everyone she's met here thus far has been like this; offering help even when help isn't necessarily wanted. Or the sort of help you asked for.

She sighs. How many times has she heard this question by now?]

Yeah. [But there's bravado in her tone, hesitance. Each time she hears this question, she wonders just a little bit more.] It'd be better. Easier.