Forest
Though it didn't even seem anatomically possible, Janelle's eyes flared even further open as the bewildered shock at Nan's reply was dumped unceremoniously on top of her terror at the sight of the armored bear-tank. Her clenched jaw went completely slack as it fell open, and for what seemed like an eternity she just stared, aghast and speechless.
The stupefied look in her eyes was quickly replaced with a dangerous flash of raw fury, however, and when her jaw closed again her teeth ground together so hard that they sounded like scraping rocks... or a scythe being sharpened. The hand clamping the back of Nan's shirt somehow summoned even more strength, far more than the gaunt woman standing over him appeared capable of exerting, and twisted it hard. Nan's shirt collar tightened around his neck like a noose, pinching off some of the blood and air travelling through his throat. "Why you fracking, stupid..." She hissed slowly through her grinding teeth, her backwater drawl veritably dripping off of her carefully enunciated words as she raised the butt of her pistol. For a split second, it appeared absolutely certain that she was going to beat him until his face was little more than a crater.
But she didn't. Perhaps it was the look of childlike innocence on Nan's face that moved her into believing that the Minkan simply didn't know any better. Or perhaps she had simply remembered the gravity of their situation and had elected to just delay taking out her frustration until their lives weren't in immediate peril. With a slow turn of her head she cast a wary, sideways glance at the animal, then surveyed their surroundings. Spotting a massive tree trunk nearby, she returned her eyes to Nan and pulled his face so close to hers that the tips of their noses were practically touching. "No talking," she whispered menacingly in a tone that brokered no argument, her teeth never parting, "Not. One. Sound."
Watching the bear-tank, and never releasing her grip on Nan's shirt, she slunk towards the tree, taking every step with calculated, cat-like silence and precision. She dragged Nan along as firmly as she could without causing him to stumble or shuffle his feet and alert the beast. If they could get out of the thing's line of sight, they could make a cautious retreat without startling it.