"As much as I'd love a r-ride," Winter says with a smile that pulls flat pointed Aristotle's way. Kind, but amused. "I'll be fine." To illustrate, she hops back and forth on her toes, light-footed. "We should go though. If not for...whatever that is, then for everyone else. I'll watch my step. Swear."

She walks a few careful steps around the outside of the auditorium, cautiously avoiding any vines as she makes her way toward the radio station and the path that will lead them to the main road. Winter stops, though, before she's gone too far, and glances over her shoulder. "Thanks for paying so much attentin to my feet, Presley."