Makoto tucks her hands absently into her pockets as she walks, looking around at the woods. She still didn't really feel comfortable relaxing - particularly from a robot modeled after an animal that slept sixteen hours a day. She still followed it though, since wherever else it was leading, it was at least moving forward.

"There used to be more people here? Makes sense, I guess. This whole place seems... weirdly deserted. What happened? Did everyone get killed in action or something? Desertion? Economic slump?"