Lea aims another wary look at the cliff. It's more than slightly eerie to realize that the man they saw is somewhere beneath their feet, walking through--is he walking?--layers of sediment below them, toward some destination, with some goal they can't understand. She worries her teeth against her lower lip, turning to look up at Wolfgang (in proximity like this she better recognizes how damn tall he is, as she's not exactly short herself).

"I do," she says, starting them off in that direction. Her tendency toward hyper-vigilance pays off here--she memorizes most of her locations, but anything that's unusual particularly so. Right now, she's so unsettled that she's clinging to that good memory more than ever.

"I'm Lea, by the way. Lea bit Eshtazin." At home in Montreal, she didn't use the modifier, but since arriving in Baedal, she is more inclined--there's nothing to assimilate to here, and she pushes her background on others more fiercely and pridefully than ever. (She intends to buy a Kurdish flag for her new house she can't yet call a 'home'.)