"Nova," she repeats, not quite weighing the name on her tongue. She then nods, returning to the previous smalltalk.

He twists his fingers together and goes back to his somewhat-stilted, not always very good small-talk responses.

She seems to find that sufficient.

If Nova knows the local area, he might be able to tell that she's heading in the direction of a nearby town.

He is not in fact able to tell this! He knows very little about the local area, having barely been taken off the island.

The town isn't too large, and arranged in a rough circle around a main square, with straight streets leading from the outskirts into the square, those linked together by more meandering streets and alleyways.

The main square has a small church in it, around which is arranged a variety of market stalls.

Taylor looks over to consider him, as they approach.

"Do you think this is far enough?" she asks.

"...Ma'am?" he asks in complete confusion. (He has no idea what he was expecting.)

"Enough of a headstart," she clarifies.