Forrest didn't respond right away. He looked around as if he didn't quite trust Shaq'ti's capabilities. He wasn't relaxed. His fear didn't grow, but it didn't subside at all, either. Paranoia looked strange on someone so large - frightening, even. His hand rested on the handle of his hunting knife since they entered the woods. Now he had it grasped in his hand with the blade pointed up. 
	"Function over form," he said through a grunt. "I'm not trying to impress anyone."
	The words were harsh and uncalled for but his tone was even. Shaq'ti recognized this and probed into his head to see if she could figure out where such a response came from. All she found was how focused he was in the moment: the trees he saw and the smells he smelled and the sounds he heard. He wasn't really thinking. At least, that's what she hoped and tried to relay that to both Tristan and Ether.
	"It gets pretty rocky and uneven out here, if I remember right," he said. "It's been a few years since I tried to camp out here last, but it's a pretty difficult hike depending on where you are. But maybe this isn't it," he said and his voice faded as he gave up on trying to recall the memory and returned to focusing on their surroundings.