Ward paused, Loki had asked a question, meaning of course he didn't want to be on his own here. And probably knew he was in the company of one of the few not missing skills from being in this place without magic or extra strength. No, everything he had he'd earned. He turned back, noticibly rolling his eyes. "Maybe six. And the direction they came at me in, I'm pretty sure we're not where we were a while back. Or the area around us isn't."
Next the begrudging team up offer. It really was so easy to play people, even the trickster god. Loki was worried, wrong footed, still arrogant but without his magic he wasn't at 100%. And he didn't trust Ward. Of course he didn't. He'd have been an idiot to do that. But he'd go for the team up because he'd want to keep from dying. And cause he wasn't stupid enough to turn down the help. Ward shook his head as if considering and dismissing something to himself and went to turn away before fixing the Asgardian with a glare.
"So we're clear? I could care less what happens to you. But ultimately, the people here want us to kill each other, they want a show and I'm not a damn performing monkey. I want to ruin their fun and get the hell back to Lawrence, and I can't imagine you feel any different. So stick close, don't screw up, and don't make me have to save your life cause neither of us want that."
He started to move in the direction of where the camp had been. It was a start. Loki would follow.
He just had to gain enough trust from the monster to stop for food. Just a hour or so. If even.