She's distracted and weary, she knows this. Otherwise she'd have heard him coming well before he knocked her down, maybe even sensed him if he was wearing anything metallic or had anything with that element on him. As it is getting bowled over is enough to make her feel a little closer to herself, and as annoyed as she is in the moment she'll feel equally as grateful to realize there's still a part of her left.

"What the hell," she snaps as she gets pulled to her feet, but there doesn't seem to be any time to question him. Whatever he's running from is clearly something he's already run into and either has no ability to combat or, from the looks of him, he's already tried and just barely got out of it.

So she runs with him, tearing her arm loose and keeping up with the pace. Water, he said they needed water to get the scent whatever's chasing them is tracking. She nods, looking around as they keep moving.

"Are we close to any?"