He took a look at his own compass to make sure that she was actually on the right path, before taking after the woman in a brisk jog.

As Hope, he hadn't done this for quite a while. Sure, he can still play within his mind how he'd flipped open a switchblade for the first time, and even used a gun as an adult when the monsters got far too close for comfort during one of his expeditions... But he didn't know if Garrett did. They looked alike, but the way the bodies had grown up were different.

... Anxiety was a horrible, horrible thing, he decided, and pushed all thoughts out of his head in favor of surviving each moment.

"I'm Garrett. Garrett Ross."

Since they would be stuck together for the journey, he thought that he might as well learn her name in case he'd need to yell at her to duck or something similar.