She takes a good ten minutes of hard walking, Away From There, crossing two streams (one with a fake trail upstream and their real trail downstream, one with a fake trail downstream and their real trail made to look fake right across the stream) and dealing with one viper that was particularly affectionate, before the silence is breached. Even then, it's a simple check in, making sure that Azazuka is unharmed and has no immediate crisis to deal with, and to confirm that she was angry, but unhurt, as Azazuka made some very careful cuts to get the bloody gloves off and get some mobility for the skirt. After, a continued hard march through the jungle, heading towards civilization in general, based on some basic wayfinding the two of them pulled together, stopping for scrounged water periodically. A few hours later, they finally have their first proper break, sitting in the hollow left by a fallen tree for shelter from both any pursuers and the driving rain. She thinks for a moment to figure out her agenda, and realizes with a start she doesn't have one. Azazuka knows who she is, what she's after, and how good she is (very). A slow blink follows, before breaking into an unseemly, vicious grin. "And to conclude, that's why I hate danger. Because it's stupid and something to avoid at any chance, but it's the best feeling in the world to face the longest odds and win." She whispers it, at least. She's not stupid. She looks over and takes stock of Azazuka, and winces when she looks at her hair. "We, uh. We may need to give you a bit of a trim to your hair." She might, possibly, be able to untangle that. Given enough time, persistence, light, and tools. She really only had the persistence to spare right now.