[ He looks so, so shaky at first, because he's literally trying to balance on a disc of indeterminate size that he can't even see. But after a few seconds, he starts to relax, more obviously trusting Zoya's control, and he starts to look out.

He sees the way the river winds, the way the trees interact. He sees some movement, too. Is that more people, or is it animals? Could be either. Likely not good. ]

Yeah, [ he calls, glancing down towards her. Looking down turns out to be a mistake; it reminds him that he's not standing on anything solid, and so he briefly stumbles again. ]

Fuck! It's okay--

Yes, turn me. We're not alone, there's more people that way. [ He points. ] No town yet, though.