[at least this guy is up front, not beating around the bush to soothe any nerves. not that it makes any more sense to him, but travis is used to things happening. usually it meant misty messed with the food or poisoned the drinks, and now he's here having to accept that the forest (or not the forest, it could be the place they're in) can do -

this. whatever this is.]

Like magic?

[sounds silly coming from his mouth. if he were less experienced he'd roll his eyes, but that would be ignorant. there's no denying the influence each forest has had over him - over the girls, or the sense that homelander is giving him -- a cornered creature of prey -- an out. an escape. his glance toward the house is brief, like he doesn't want to turn his back on him. luck of the draw. he has no idea how much that resonates. he has to get the hell out of here.]

And you're hunting. Lucky me. [that 'probably' goes a long way in his book. it means that everyone is more in the dark than he initially thought. sidestepping, bracing for - a chase? questionable, the way he starts moving toward the house, away from someone he can't decide is a threat or not. trying to make it casual, to resist the urge to bolt:] I'll see you around? Not like we won't run into each other. Thanks again.

[for the shirt and the information.]