By the time she finally hears a faint reply, her hands have mostly recovered themselves aside from a faint, persistent tingle. She definitely won't be trying that method of exiting the Ramble again. Following the sound of his voice, she strikes out from the path and soon finds herself back in that familiar little clearing. It looks like some of the local wildlife have found her muffins - only a wrapper remains of one, and the other has been toppled off the branch she rested it on. Well, it's no great loss. She expects they both need water more than anything else, and that will just have to wait until the Balladeer's return.

"Hello again," she says to Johnny, somewhat dispiritedly. "Things didn't go entirely according to plan, but the Balladeer should be back soon." She tries to sound encouraging, despite having a better idea of how little the two like one another.

"How are you, er... holding up?" She winces. "Not the best choice of words, sorry."