[ The concussed side of her might have made things a little awkward in her ramblings the night before, but other than that she has to admit things have felt oddly... normal between them. More comfortable than she'd probably be stranded on a foreign planet along with anyone else on the crew, anyway.

At the sound of his grumble, she casts a glance back at him, noting the fleeting gaze he casts down at the rocky cliffs below. ]

Hey. Eyes on me. [ She catches his gaze, holding it firmly a moment. ] Take it slow. Step where I step. Steady breaths. [ She doesn't answer his question, mostly because she doesn't exactly know how much longer they'll be at this. Distance is hard to gauge at this angle, and the path is likely to get worse before it gets better.

She pushes forward, the temperature dropping steeply the further up they climb. Checking back every few moments to make sure he's alright, she maneuvers them a little further before calling back to him. ]

There's a landing up ahead. Not too much further. Still with me, Doc?