Summer couldn't help herself leaning backwards, away from the waving stick, even though it wasn't actually close enough to touch her. She hadn't been up long and, despite running, she wasn't entirely awake and alert. She hadn't expected to come across some kind of psychotic midget out in the forest.
"Whence came I?" she repeated, trying to put the man's words into ordinary English. "I was out for a run," she said, giving a little shrug, her hands still held up in surrender in front of her. "You know... running? Jogging? For your health?" That wasn't exactly the reason behind her going for a run but it was why most other people did it. She just liked to get outdoors away from the stuffy, enclosed apartment and stretch her muscles.
"The city? Yeah. I live there," Summer answered, glancing over her shoulder for just a second before looking back at the man. Slowly, she let her hands lower back down to her sides, hoping the little man had realised that she didn't mean him any harm. "Why? Don't you?"