Jadna nods, then turns her eyes skywards.  "This may sound strange, but... I am not hopeful that we will ever see dawn here."  She turns her gaze back to them.  For some reason, she is tugging vigorously at the sleeve of her coveralls, ripping the cheap seams to separate the cloth.  "You saw those... things.  Nothing here is right."  As she shakes her head, the fabric tears free, leaving her feminine, slender arm bare to the shoulder.  "No.  We need to try."  She begins to tear it into strips.  "We can mark our way with this.  But you can't want to stay here..?  And wait for what?"   She looks to their eyes pleadingly, then starts heading, with careful steps, toward the light... it occurs to her that she will have to be careful with every step to look for holes, bear-traps, or other dangers... the crumbling maze of stone reminded her too clearly of home.  Much more likely to step on a land mine while walking a path than taking the rough country.