His gaze follows hers to the ruin, lingers there a while. The cultural markers are unfamiliar, but not so alien that he can't guess it is, or was, a string of shops, and the state of the building itself is not so unusual a symbol.

"Curious, isn't it—what the mind chooses to keep. Some pieces of the past left to decay while others are allowed to remain just as they were." As his attention drifts back out to the woods, his voice softens just barely. "I grew up in places not so different from this."

Focus returns to the girl, then. He leaves no room for comment. "Woodlands are popular here. Have you visited any of the others?"