Maeve had always thought she would hate being called pet names. Babe should grate on her, but it doesn't. Instead she just rolls her eyes fondly from where she's standing, only a few feet from the campsite. She's about to call out in return before she comes up with an idea and presses her lips together to stay silent.

Carefully, she crouches and picks up a small stone. With a slow toss, she sends it off into the trees to her left, waiting for the sound of it crunching through bushes to distract Steve.

Then, just as carefully, she creeps through the brush, making sure not to make any noise, and coming up behind Steve on the other side of the site.