Forest
Janelle had opened her mouth to reply to Nan's question, but before she'd even started the airflow to form her response, the radio on her wrist buzzed to life with the captain's voice. Again, she started to reply, but the Minkan's rapid-fire, birdlike chatter beat her to it once again. Despite herself, she felt the corners of her lips involuntarily tug upward, and she quickly pressed them together and turned away, putting her hands on her hips and pretending to survey the surrounding area.
She felt a snicker threatening to pop out as Nan continued to rattle off his trumped-up version of what had transpired, and simply shook her head while trying to fight off the smirk that seemed to be stuck to her face, scanning the surrounding trees for any more signs of wildlife. By the time Nan finished, she had been mostly successful, but when she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes were still faintly shining with amusement she couldn't help.
"'Skidaddle, razzle tazzle,' huh?" she quipped wryly, raising an eyebrow at him.