Irene's turns to check on the rest of the party grew more frequent as the realization that the others were not going to follow gradually set in. The remainder seemed to be gathering around one of the pillars that they had fallen in around, the humanoid lizard digging into the soil for some reason she couldn't quite place. The sensation of not knowing why anyone was doing anything was slowly starting to become her default state. It was an indifferent sort of confusion that she only consciously identified after watching the elf-looking one leap through the air after those strangely alluring butterflies. They might have looked like children but if she were to continue operating on the assumption that they were all members of her class and not convenient likenesses, something that the others seemed to embrace as they went around naming each other, they were not what they appeared to be. It didn't feel right to leave them behind nonetheless, her body very nearly rebelled against the steps she was taking to continue along behind Albrecht, but she had already determined herself to follow the best instructions they had. It wasn't assuredly South, but it wasn't laying about. They were in the right to leave, she thought, and backing down to wait for them would only encourage more waiting around. In a crisis you had to hold the initiative, she'd heard that somewhere before.

Taking guilty looks back at the party they were leaving alerted her to the approach of the earthy colored small one and her enormous arms. The childlike face they wore was weighed down with something that appeared to be sorrow, but as Irene locked eyes with them she realized it must have been pity. It didn't take much soul searching to come up with a reason why someone might be sorry for her, although they were all dead. Everyone else looked like the realization of something fantastic or at least well endowed by their new circumstances, and she was now wearing the blanket off of some homeless man. 

That said, Irene felt amazing. Moving had never felt so easy, her senses had never felt so sharp. As a man, it was now her divine right to wear shoes without heels and clothing with actual pockets. She could squint like Dirty Harry and once she got the hang of it and a glass of water probably growl like him too. Most people didn't get anything when they lost their body so anything was an upgrade right? Already she prepared modest counter-condolences, ready to crack a joke and move them all forward without the need for any sorrow in what was, without equal, a second chance for them all-

[color=5DFF03]"Git fucked."[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Oh, uh... Ha,"[/color] She couldn't help but laugh nervously as they skipped away, once more struggling to get out of the way of those passing arms. Maybe that was some strange breakdown in communication, maybe she'd simply met a true expert in gallows humor. As the lizard called out to them specifically, she began to wonder if the armed one wasn't just belligerent on a level Irene had yet to comprehend.

[color=f7976a]"Leaving a trail of any sort is for the best. I would hate to be leaving them to their own devices."[/color]

In the time it took them to move away she spent most of it listening intently to Albrecht. He had a surprisingly large amount of information to relate, but that had been the impression he gave off. The closest thing they had to an authority figure, a knight in shining armor who clearly knew a thing or two about neolithic armament. As he spoke her eyes followed along with his words, looking over the surrounding lands with refreshingly sharp eyes. Grassland and hills, distance and wilderness. Irene took a look down at the hem of her cloak, ragged and torn as it was, she felt it would be simple enough to rip a strip off later for forming a sling... But that would be after they found some nice rocks, she decided. This entire line of thought was something that hadn't occurred to her until it'd been stated, and it brought with it a new level of discomfort. They had been cautioned to move, danger had made itself present... but their very being was as much a threat to their continued living for now. They needed to [i]live[/i], the need for food and water had not been changed, as far as she knew.

[color=f7976a]"You flatter me, I'd say you've said it all Albrecht. It'd be awful anticlimactic, if we were dropped here just to starve. I'll... Strike out for a hill, then, see about those rocks and roads. Don't break line of sight, alright? I'll holler and run back if I see anything to note."[/color]

She picked at random, selecting a distant rise in the land slightly askew of their current line of travel and casually distancing herself from her two traveling companions. She was careful not to quicken too much, eyes ahead and pace even as she envisioned the scouting mission ahead of her.