Looks like she has to go north, then. She's vaguely fascinated by the way his ears moved, like little antennae. Like a cartoon character. She has no idea if he's telling the truth-- it's not like she can hear anything in that direction herself-- but what's the worst that could happen? He leads her into the same situation she was just in?

She nods, gathering the skirt of her ridiculous prom dress to get it out of the way. "Thank you," she adds after a moment. "For, you know. All of it."