Stacia does the mental math to convert metres to the approximate distance in feet, because she's American and her country is a mess. It doesn't sound too far away, and if this guy can steer her, so much the better. She blows sand out of her nose and rises to her feet, making sure to keep the bulk of her body between the boy and the wind.

"Lead on," she says again in Hightongue, still on the assumption that the gist will get across if not the actual words.