Another ghost of a smile appeared in Virginia's expression, more at her lips than her eyes- those were a quiet mix of wild and guarded, where everything beyond the surface thoughts and mingled shards of green, grey, and brown was well hidden in a deep, deep well of experience. But she did enjoy the way he shaped his words. It was nice to talk to someone again, regardless of the circumstances.
"Right you are, Mister Cullen," she agreed with him on a few levels, without further explaining. If he was cautious about bears, he would likely avoid the wood anyway. For now, other things. Her eyes lowered to the phone, which she turned in her hand and used her fingers to navigate- but kept it tilted so he could still see. "It's a communication device, far as I've been told. Through voice, or ....'written' word. If you know how to read."
Some didn't. Virginia hadn't learned until she was two hundred years old.