[She's running laps just outside the camping area; an open field that Solvunn may have considered setting up shop for a pen of animals but was quickly dissuaded from doing so due to its proximity to said camping area. That said, it's not a terribly large field, something Samus pounds through in a large oval-shape, passing by the same hay bales every minute or so.

Her pace is steady, at least until he finally shows up and starts heckling her. At least he's reliable.]

And you took your time getting here, Viktor. [She quips, passing him, picking up her pace. On the next pass,] Didn't bring any pillows with you either. Maybe you're not very serious about this.