[Teddy's not terribly used to being presumed to be a boy; that would be a nice novelty, if they were capable of cheering up quite yet. The teenager part isn't new at all; it is a sore spot. Idiot, well. Depends. They're not exactly proving that part wrong. Normally they'd think hard about going after someone storming off into the woods too, even at home.

Right now, though, she's too angry with everything to admit any of that, or to even reckon with it. Her whole body tenses at the response -- the refusal to just walk away -- and she steps down unnecessarily viciously on a branch across her path at it before rounding back on her, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin. ]

Maybe. Who cares? Do you, even? Really? You don't know me. You feel obligated or do you just like being a fucking hero?

I'm not a kid. I can handle myself. And if I can't, no one's gonna miss me, sure as hell not like this.