"With a friend." The corner of his mouth twitches as he says it. Liar. But there's not really a common word for friend-turned-enemy-turned-friend-turned-relative-ally, or however the hell he chooses to categorize that little relationship, so he settles for something a bit more standard. It's easier.

It's also getting more difficult to lend the conversation any kind of tangible focus, evidenced by the irregular cadence of the words, the consequence of his constantly being forced to redirect his attention back to Yuri and not the looming, noiseless threat of too many trees.

"He's at the Rebel place. I'm - kind of staying under the radar."