Lynn wasn't exactly having trouble with walking as much as she was trying to identify this and that amongst the forest. The  teen stopped every once in awhile to glare at a certain bird, or a peculiar arrangement of plants before making the sprint back to the professor's side only to do it all over again. She was used to these sort of trips, though not exactly in this scale. It didn't help that a lot of her things were in her permanent home with the mommy, including her hiking boots. A pair of tank tops, synthetic short shorts and skater shoes was not her idea of a wilderness outfit, but it was the best she could pull off in the time she had. Not to mention that she was single and on the prowl; her trip mates weren't bad to look at in the slightest.<br/><br/>When the professor stopped his stride, Lynn did the same. She didn't exactly identify the curious object that her elder did, and while inspecting the pedals of a purple flower, he managed to disappear on everyone. "Well, shit," she blurted out, not able to think of much else to say. Noting the obvious in that they were absolutely screwed would have been appropriate, but not a nice hit on the confidence of a small group of twenty-somethings, excluding herself.<br/><br/>Lynn stood there for a moment, adjusting the straps of her stuffed backpack while thinking of what the best course of action would be. With Professor Botwin having the map and GPS, there really was only one option. "Alright, guess we're going to have to chase the old man down!" With that, the teen started sprinting in the direction he did, though she made sure that the others were either going to follow her or stop her before vanishing amongst the greens and browns.