She nods, with more confidence than she feels. Her intentions and tracking abilities have a fair gap between them, and there's no telling how many others escaped Terminus who are leaving inconvenient paths for her to mistakenly follow.

"That's what I'm hoping." If they should chance upon something less than ideal, she wouldn't want him thinking she led him into it -- not that her word, strangers as they are, counts for much.

Carol waits half a beat before she resumes walking. Any other conversation that needs having they could have on the way.