The teenager nodded, the corners of her lips turning up slightly in a reflective greeting, even if only a little bit of it actually reached her eyes. She slipped the crossbow off her shoulder to lean on the bench from the ground- doubtful however 'used' to this place she became, she would never part with it.
"I can usually find my way around, once I've been somewhere," she told him, sitting down. A thin, slightly malnourished hand fished her phone-thing from a hidden spot in her clothing.