The extra color in the sky meant little to Allison, and perhaps if she were more familiar with military tactics or environmental cues, she would have realized that something was wrong. Her background was in medicine, though and knowledge of broken bones or ruptured organs gave little insight or concern to the goings on of the city that stood in the shadow of the mountains. It was more than likely a good thing that the young doctor wasn't aware of what was going on—just one more thing to be frightened of, and she was already worried about walking through the woods that were apparently filled with bears. Plus, there was the looming worry in the pit of her stomach that she would never make it to Portland.

Torsten's joke made her laugh, although it was a mixture of surprise when she noticed all that he was carrying. Perhaps she was underestimating just how long this trip would take, and she certainly was unprepared in comparison. All she had was her clothes from the day before, and flimsy shoes that were perfect for driving in, but horrible for a hike. This wasn't going to be fun, and not even the company was going to make the long walk more enjoyable; tolerable, but not pleasant. 

“I think I'll be fine,” she assured the Finn as she followed him into the woods. The terrain wasn't even, but Allison still managed to keep up. She followed along, not faltering when Torsten turned sharply and moved them in a different direction. The change had been abrupt, and the dark-haired woman protested wordlessly with a huff. She didn't feel that she had a reason to complain when Torsten was continuing to be so generous with her. What person would offer to walk her all the way down to Portland after taking her in, cooking her dinner, and giving up their bed? Torsten was a good person, and Allison appreciated him even if she already hated walking through the woods.

Every so often, Allison noticed Torsten would turn around to face her and walk backwards. She didn't know what he was looking for, but it was making her anxious. When Torsten would turn around to continue leading the hike, and keep them on a path, Allison would glance over her shoulder. The only thing she was met with was darkness, thick trees that blocked her view from where she had just been. In the chilly, morning air, her sweater did little to prevent the chill that went up her spine.

“Whoa, forty miles?” she asked, having grossly underestimated the distance. “That's...a lot.” Allison was unsure if she could even walk the ten miles to the Amish settlement, let alone another forty. That was bound to take all day, and possibly all night as well. Frowning, she continued on with him, quelling whatever complaints rose to the surface. “Can we at least walk on the road?” she asked, nearly losing her footing on a dip in the terrain.