A guardian of what? [ she spits it out, though the tone doesn't stop it from being rhetorical. he clearly doesn't know either; she's just excising her anger. ]

All the shit here's more sentient than I'm used to. [ perhaps she wouldn't offer it so easily if she didn't think it somewhat necessary to explain any of her potential lack of understanding in the midst of, evidently, trying to stay fucking alive. ]

[ anne looks over towards the village, then glances back in the direction their cars. she can just about make out the outline of buildings, but she can't see her truck at all. she grits her teeth. ]

Village looks closer. Y'think there's more ditches on the way if the fucking light swings around again?