Her cutting the distance with the shortened line takes him a bit by surprise, the same with the gelding, but he's content enough with the fact that Doc hasn't pulled him back yet to keep on his current path.

"Now for one second," Doc calls, loudly, voice carrying back to her. "Picture that this ain't Milliways. Picture it bein' Sherwood, more green..."

The path shifts and Doc follows, as they dip down and splash across a thin current of water that's trickling down from somewhere, headed for the lake.