Her own movement through the tall grass masked most of the sound of Coop's arrival, however she heard just enough to turn toward him as he spoke up. She had tensed, her heart pounding somewhere in the area of her throat, and only relaxed in degrees as he continued. "Yeh've been here at night, then?" she asked. "Braver'n me, yet."
Gwyn picked nervously at her finger as she tried to surreptitiously size up her new companion. She couldn't quite peg his accent, but he seemed more than capable of taking care of himself. She considered the question for a moment, weighing the pros and cons, and then asked anyway: "Were yeh taken too? I don't mean to seem rude. 'S just... this place, y'know? Mad wolves, creepy graveyards, et cetera."