Do you got room for one more troubled soul?

If Percy had been looking down, she would have seen the way the squirrel poked his tongue out at the larger man’s jab, as it was she allowed a smirk to cross her face, "If that’s the case, he’s been doin’ a shit job so far, if I can’t even remember him, ey?" She didn’t expect the stranger to respond, sure that by now he was well and truely sick of the strange pair and would be on his way soon enough. She wasn’t sure if solitude suited her, but memories of regular company were few and fuzzy, and everyone seemed so much larger there. Her rump lifted from the ground, a useless attempt at shaking the water from her fur hardly doing anything to lessen the weight on her back.

"If I were looking for prey in these parts..." she was trying really hard to be polite, but she couldn’t quite remember what that entailed. "Which way would you recommend I go from here?" She wouldn’t ask him to show her, no, that would certainly be imposing herself on him and she didn’t imagine he would care for it. She’d made it this long, she was sure Theo could pull her ears or something to keep her on course if she got lost or distracted.

"Percy". "Theo".