Bunnate
The spin didn't help at all with Bunny's befuddled sense of direction. Nor did the fact that she was a little tipsy. Though she may not have had quite as much moonshine as Nate, Bunny still had drunk her share. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture what she knew of the camp in her head, walking backward through their time there and all the way back to their arrival. Tricky. But she'd had a whole lot of experience in listening to her instincts and, after a moment, a sure sense came over her. She lifted a hand, pointing.
Opening her eyes again, Bunny grinned at Nate but didn't lower her hand. "That way. As good as any other, but I think that's the right direction if it's the truck we're looking for." Much as she didn't mind being carried, if they had much more trouble finding their place, she'd offer to get down and walk. Couldn't have Nate getting worn out before they'd even got started.
"I forgot just how much I like looking at you in this kinda light," she said, giving him another little kiss as they kept moving through the camp. "You should be in it all the time, except I like you in the day too." Glancing away, Bunny checked their progress, trying to figure if anything looked familiar. There was a trailer that maybe did, and one of those big dome-shaped tents.