Oh, great, this day was definitely awesome.

Zephyr didn't dignify this with a response at first, opting to get himself out of the ditch and on level ground. Level ground that did not have him being shorter than Valdis.

"Nah," he said, resettling his jacket and shoving his hands in his pockets. "Just following the wrong directions."

Just because he wasn't clear about how to get back where he'd came from yet, didn't mean he was lost.

"Can I help you with something?" This was polite, but only polite; there wasn't a lot of warmth in it.