Raleigh's eyes widen comically and she takes a step back - and has to grab ahold of a tree branch next to her so she doesn't tumble down onto her butt. "Oh, shit. Sorry- Sorry." She didn't know when she crossed from- well, probably none of this was general doesn't-belong-to-anybody land, but she hadn't seen any of the familiar black and orange signs screaming NO TRESPASSING that she was used to in Tennessee, so she hadn't-

Shit. Well, at least the lady didn't have a shotgun? "I'm- I'm just sort of leaving, then, I'm sorry, I didn't touch anything, and I'm not a hunter, okay?"

Stupid. Stupid, stupid. She realised suddenly that walking in the woods was stupid, because even if it wasn't a lady in a boat, she wasn't wearing orange and could totally be mistaken for a very loud, clumsy deer.