Ronan side eyed the stranger, not entirely trusting but not so pent-up that he saw any reason to lash out. Admittedly his temper was explosive, but it wasn't entirely unpredictable, it was easy to see coming, and he needed at least some level of provocation. Though in his mind he always had a reason, even if in reality he might have blown things out of proportion.
He was not so stoic- like someone else that Ali writes- that he didn't take notice of her beauty. But noticing something and acting on that observation were two entirely different line of thoughts all together. He couldn't see her clearly, as she couldn't see him, but he saw enough, sweeping curves and the only harsh lines he saw were what appeared to be the pointed tips of some horns that curled downwards and framed her face.
Even if the weather hadn't been so dreary, he imagined visibility was poor at the best of times. The trees were thick and dense, hard to distinguish one from the other making finding landmarks all the more difficult. Even with the rain a fog lingered just above ground, he would have thought it was smog, like he was used to, but it lacked that...throat burning feel to it. Just smelled cold, not quite like a frosty morning, more like...he wasn't quite sure, to be honest.
"No clue. Wouldn't go wandering much further unless you've got a death wish. Then by all means." He shrugged slightly, shoulder blades rising and falling, the movement almost cat like.