Spooked hearing a call so close, the girl gasps and jumps back only to end up with her back knocking against the trunk of the tree. Looking around herself she fails to think to look upwards as she huddles against the stationary structure, not having quite attended to the new voice enough through her fright to figure out which direction it is originating from just yet. Knees pressing together as she cannot see anyone from her current position, she does at least think to look on the other side of the tree, and twists to try to peer around the thick trunk to no avail. All she can see is the continuing layer of brush and more trees...

One hand touches against the bark as she tries to steady herself, voice tremoring and small, "...i-is someone there?" She is not ready to admit to being lost when she has no idea with whom she is communicating.