Slowly, Jean pushed herself up and brushed her jeans off with shaking hands, using the momentary distraction to decide how to answer. Did she admit she was lost? Or did she lie? "No..." she barely caught the woman's gaze before looking down again, lying had never been her strong point, even to total strangers. "I mean, sort of..." she finished lamely, arms wrapped around herself and she glanced at the dark figure, contours of the face more distinct then ever in the posture and light beaming from the lamp post.