She glances at the stars, considering that title for it. "Where's it guidin' him?" Murmuring it softly, more musing than asking, though if he has an answer, she'll be thankful for it.

Shifting, Misty rolled onto her side to face him, propping her head in her hand, wild curls falling about her face. "Why would that be a problem?" She smirked back at him, leaning forward a bit. "I'm a bit of a heathen myself. Depending on how you define the term. Why I like it out here," she says with a hint of a sigh. "Part of nature itself."