Zam can tell from his expression that she's not doing this right. Well excuse her, she was a bounty hunter before this, not a karking seeing-eye changeling.

"Just so you know, if you mean building a shelter, it's going to be slow-going between the two of us. I'm... not really in the best shape right now." She really should just tell him, shouldn't she? After all, she already knows his limits. If they're going to be working together, he should probably know hers. She sighs and then, reluctantly: "I'm short an arm; it's been a bad day."

As for the forest... "You can follow my voice or give me your hand. Your pick."

At least she's learned not to touch him without warning.