Kirk didn't respond to Korrin right away, his eyes on Galadriel, brows knitted in what might register as anger. His grip on his staff was hard, mouth set in an equally sharp line. But he doesn't say anything, not right now. He can read a room as well as the next man, and they didn't need to be derailed over an arguement at the moment.

Slowly he turned back to his original purpose, shaking his head. "Nothing of interest. They've probably run a ways from their own encampment and right now they wouldn't have fires going, so we can't spot it from a distance. But I don't hear or see a large group coming our way either and the birds aren't quiet, so we've got some time. Probably not much. We should move on, quickly."