"Just catching my breath," she answers, almost laughing but too tired for much of one to come out. Slumped back against the trunk of the tree, Avery looks both exhausted and fairly well banged up, though other than some sort of leg wound she's wrapped with a sleeve torn from her own shirt, most of her injuries seem like superficial scratches and bruises that have already partially healed.

She pushes herself up a little straighter and winces. "Thought I heard voices. Wasn't sure what to think of it though, 'til I heard your yelling. Not very good at sneaking, are you?"