Perfect, really?

[He glances down at her hand when she shifts around and it takes a moment to put it together, but then--oh, yes, okay, moving on, don't stare at it. They've done so well moving away from it.]

We aren't messaging anyone for help, thanks, we can handle this on our own. Especially as I'm perfect. Look, see this tree here, we definitely passed by this one--and then it's a left turn, and then a right, and we're only, what, twenty paces from where we started. You'll see.