Exactly where Spark had ended up when he'd staggered off, he didn't actually know. He was close enough to the group to hear their voices, but in exactly which direction he'd paced, he had no idea. All the trees looked the same, oak brown bark coated with a dark green moss, leaves and branches hanging lazily overhead like the weight of the leaves was physically pulling the soaring structures down to earth again. Still, where he was going wasn't really a concern for Spark at that point in time, shaking hands still manage to light the cigarette with a certain professional ease - the kind of finesse you only achieved when you'd been smoking a little too long. Even when he was on the verge of breakdown, Spark could still manage to light up. It was sad, really. It was the carcinogenic stick in his hand or the forest, however, and he knew he'd rather let his lungs go up in flames than the forest. He'd been dealing with things this way for years, and wasn't about to stop just because he was out in the middle of nowhere with people he didn't know. He didn't even want to think about what would happen if he ever ran out...

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he lifted the fag to his lips, sucking the smoke into his mouth and inhaling, eyes closing for a minute as he cherished the nicotine hit, slowly breathing the light smoke out again, letting the cloud escape back out into the air with a quiet sigh. He couldn't deal with this, he couldn't spend the rest of the foreseeable future with a group of people he barely knew, hoping one of them wouldn't screw everyone over in the name of self preservation. What were they really supposed to do now? Sit and wait like sitting ducks? Everyone they knew was dead, not one single member of their tiny little town spared, and yet they were alive. There was something bitter and wrong about it, somehow, and Spark couldn't help but feel like he'd rather have just died along with everyone else. He wasn't a survivor. He wasn't even a follower, really. He didn't feel like he was anything, and he definitely didn't feel he was anything worth saving. 

Taking another long drag, he turned around, only just seeing Raffy there, back pressed against a tree casually. He almost flinched, but, even if he had, she wouldn't have been able to tell - entire body still quaking slightly, Spark physically unable to stop it no matter how hard he tried. Admittedly, he didn't actually know what to say at first, holding the cigarette between his lips as he slipped the packet and his lighter back into his jean pockets, doing anything to avoid eye contact with her for a minute or two. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to risk having a breakdown on the first day, and he certainly didn't want to risk a breakdown with her. 

"D- uh - hello?" he said quietly, biting back the urge to just spout something sarcastic until she went away. He'd been brought up being lectured about not being rude, and he didn't intend to be just because he wasn't having a good time playing survival with a group of borderline strangers. Sure, he was scared, maybe even a little stressed, but that didn't mean he had any right to outwardly be a dick about it. Instead, of resorted to his usual nervous pattern, offering her a small smile as he took the cigarette out of his mouth again, flicking some ash to the ground lazily. He didn't know what else to say, so he left it at that, not even sure if there was anything else he could say - something like 'I'm sorry I freaked out because all my friends are dead' just not sounding right, somehow.