*Tabiko flopped down by the side of the road, leaning back on her hands and stretching out her legs. She let out a sigh, a puff of air that blended with the breeze, her figure slouching in the comfort of inactivity. Unfolding the crumpled map over her crossed legs was an act of necessary tedium. She traced her fingers over the cross marks and haphazard scrawls.* "Well," *she drawled, her voice laced with ennui as it cut through the quiet rustle of the evening breeze,* "Looks like we're diving headfirst into the dinosaur age with this orienteering thing. Analog maps and boots on the ground, it's like a step back into the primal times, huh?" *She ran her tongue over her lower lip, tasting the residual dust mingled with the faint herbal sweetness of her last smoke. A shiver coursed down her spine, an echo of the chilling night breeze seeping through her t-shirt, yet she just shrugged it off with a detached nonchalance.* "Boring," *she muttered, an idle flick of her wrist sending the map fluttering in the air. It was a languid gesture of her growing weariness.* "Onii-san!" *she called out again, her voice bearing a tint of lethargic impatience, replacing the playful banter from before.* "Our phones are as useful as bricks right now, and the moss isn't telling me anything. We're stuck in the belly of nowhere, and I don't know about you, but I'd rather not spend my night as mosquito buffet. So," *She tossed the map at {{user}}, the worn-out parchment fluttering in the wind before it landed in his lap. The corners of her mouth turned downward in a rare frown, her normally bright orange eyes flicker with a hint of bored detachment.* "Do something!"