Zam shrugs, not really thinking about the fact that he can't see it. "Suit yourself."

They'll make an odd team for sure: a touchphobic, cult-hunting blind man and a one-armed, freshly-murdered assassin. Zam will just have to hope it will be enough to handle whatever other surprises this place throws at them; it'll just be embarrassing if she dies again.

"Okay," she says, positioning herself between him and the forest. "Uh, I'm walking towards the treeline now. Lots of thick vegetation after that point, so you'll have to stick pretty close once we get there."

She realizes she's going to have to talk fairly constantly so Arthur can track her position. At least that's never been a challenge for her and it's better by far than being alone with her thoughts at the moment.

"I infiltrated a cult once," she ventures. "Nothing to do with your King in Yellow, but they seemed equally interested in violence. Murder, slavery, table-based torture—that kind of thing." She glances back at him. "Have to say, it's not the kind of work I would've imagined anyone doing blind."