Tayrey's not sure where to go either, but at the very least she has a good sense of direction. She heads away from the square, walking on the grass but keeping a path in sight for now. There are trees up ahead in the distance, and she can't deny that even for a spacer they're a welcome sight.

'Do you suppose they'll reach here? All the others?' She asks the question in the most carefully neutral ways she can. There are some she longs to see again - but others whose current absence is a great relief.