"Catherine?" Skoto grinned, but it faded when he saw she wasn't joking. "Oh, you're serious. Cath'll never hurt anyone, she's to nice. But I agree we should head back." He began to walk, then stop, then to look around. "Shoot (But the bad version, badmins are bad), which way was it...?" (This is also a reason why I'm not allowed to drive over a mile out of my town.)