Cameron smiles down at her, a hint of something like relief in it at her accepting his gesture, and begins to walk, keeping an easy pace. Her legs are long for her stature (he's only human, he can't be asked not to notice a nice pair of legs), but he's got a foot on her easily and he's careful to keep his strides slow, short, so she won't feel rushed. "It's a nice walk," he says. "If you're for it, so am I."

It's also hardly the most exciting destination on the island, but she doesn't seem to find it disappointing or dull, so he tries not to let that late-coming thought bother him. It isn't about the destination, after all, but the company kept along the way, and besides, whether or not it's thrilling, it's beautiful along the water's edge and it has the benefit of being quieter. "I haven't seen too much of the place yet," he admits. "I explore a little, but there's only so far I want to go into that on my own." With the luck he's had lately, he'd find himself right in the middle of a herd of dinosaurs.