"Do you have a better plan?" He doesn't like it either, but he doesn't know what else to do. He stands, brushing the dirt from him and looking around, trying to decide which way to go. He knew which way he wasn't going, and that was back where that demon came from.

"And if you do have a plan, hopefully part of it is getting us back to civilization." He's completely turned around, and he has no idea where he is. And if she doesn't stop him, he's marching in the direction that he thinks is west. And hopefully that's not a bad decision.