Reyna watched with curious eyes as Booker made to remove his jacket before handing it off to her. She gingerly took the article of clothing and put it on opposite of how he took it off, surprised at the instant warmth that made contact with her skin. It felt much better than the cool night air, and the small gusts wouldn't be able to penetrate through the slightly thicker fabric.

She was then being beckoned to follow after him with the promise of somewhere to stay, and she was prompt to follow. The forest was nice, but Reyna was sure it was no place to sleep for the night. Besides, she trusted Booker. It was in her blood to do so.

As they made their way through the thick fog, Reyna made sure to keep close, maybe closer than was necessary, to Booker so as not to lose sight of him. She could feel as if there was something watching her from all around, and though she wasn't afraid, she still found it eery. She could even just barely see what looked like little blobs of mist floating around, though she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination and decided not to point it out.

"What is Lenton like?" She asked as way of conversation, unsure how far out they were from the car.