'Occasionally' is definitely not a fully accurate descriptor, but the fact that it got a laugh out of him makes her grin. "Very well, nothing too fancy or too often," she concedes, clearly very pleased that he's going along with it. And she can't help but chuckle at his other stipulation. "Not to worry, I have my hands full dating just one warden," she remarks in a dry but amused tone as she glances over at him, reaching out to give his shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

Once they're traveling off the road again her attention it back on their surroundings, trying to catch a glimpse at which animal might be next.

With all the various gates they've gone through, and the unfamiliar territory in general; it's hard to tell exactly where they are anymore in terms of the island. Which makes her think how easy it would be to get lost in such a place, and how dangerous if one happened to get lost in the wrong paddock.