It was the voice that had caught her first. She wasn't particularly looking for anyone, mostly surveying what she could. Her head turns at the sound, looking up the street to see Drift possibly sitting down. He seemed to be cursing-- if that was cursing to a metal giant-- about something.

It didn't take her long to slip down the cracked road, skirting through some debris that littered off of the street. She moved up to him and gave him a slow smile. "Havin' trouble?" Ygritte asked.