[ Maybe she doesn't need to hear the cane ever again, because every time there is silence between them, she could swear her heart is thumping to that same, terrible echo. And so it comes as a kind of shock, to hear him agree with her. It shows in her eyes: steel softens slowly and in increments as she watches him closely.

Well. She's prevented her own death for the moment. ...Now what does she do?

With care, she deliberately straightens, no longer just on the verge of springing into a real fighting stance. It might be a mistake to let her guard down but she wants to show she's willing to honor the reprieve. At least until they have a better idea of what's going on here. ]

You're...Renoir, right?

[ It's not like he's ever outright introduced himself, after all. It didn't really matter at the time, anyway. And honestly, the question is rhetorical - he doesn't even have to answer it. ]

I'm supposing you didn't see any flags out there, either. From those who might've come before. [ Because, so far, she hasn't run into anyone else. She might regret the offer for the moment, but if it'll give her some time to try to figure him out until she finds anyone else-- ] If you're walking, we can walk together. Try to figure things out.

[ If he can, you know, not try to slice her open with the cane. ]