Despite her curiosity at the sound of a zipper, Hazel doesn't look over to the boy again; the woods need watching, and her companion is clearly busy with something. Zach's fidgeting has got her shifting her body weight back and forth some, though, and she's suddenly aware of how warm her face feels thanks to the alcohol. Maybe this is stupid. Maybe she doesn't need to be out here, staring at the tree line. Isn't she supposed to be relaxing? She was, earlier.

"For whatever wants to come out of the woods." As if this is normal and not ominous in the least. "You haven't seen anythin' tonight, right?? Still... all clear?"