Ah, angry squirrels. Not the worst thing they could come across out here, and Jane has admittedly been a little more alert since Walter mentioned the Bear Firs. In theory, she knows how to escape from them. She also knows how difficult it would be.

Jane watches Walter come down from the tree and smiles at the question, nodding in confirmation.

"I am. London, in fact. Though I was in Africa the first time I was..." And here she pauses, because how does one best explain what happened? When she was... taken? "The first time this kind of thing happened to me."