“And how do you know which way I want to go?” she asked.  But still she found herself stopping and looking for an alternate route just in case the man knew something she didn't.  But which direction would she go?  Though she hadn't answered his previous question, if she had then she would have told him she wasn't from around the area and had no idea where anything was.  Her and her fiance had only been in town to tell his parents the news of their engagement—and then all of this had happened.  The area was completely foreign.  

Scratching her head and breathing from the corner of her mouth to blow a strand of hair away from her peripheral vision, she was weighing her options when he asked how he should address her.  “Why?  You don't actually plan on sticking around, do you?” she blurted out.  It wasn't anything against Ethan, the stranger, but things weren't exactly looking up.  The fact that she'd had to save him didn't exactly bode too well for them either.  It meant that he knew even less than she did and she didn't know a damned thing.

But it was because she was lost and didn't know what the hell that she was doing that she didn't just tell him to fuck off.  Though a part of her brain was screaming it was probably a bad idea, she had to admit that having someone there to watch her back did sound appealing.  And she guessed that she could do the same courtesy as well in return.  

“Liz,” she finally replied, shoving her stick in the ground and leaning her weight against it.  Eyes flicking towards the direction she'd originally been heading in, she gave a nod towards it with her head.  “If I don't wanna go that way, which way do I want to go then?”  With nothing to lose and everything to gain, she figured she would give this Ethan a shot.