( He pulls out his planner and begins to rifle through to the back of it. )

I have pen and paper at the very least. It's a pity I didn't have the foresight to pack a water flask.

( His brow furrows further as he poises his pen over the page, book balanced awkwardly against his satchel. Now he's running into another problem: the lack of distinguishable landmarks. It really is just crystals, crystals, and more crystals. He looks over at the woman again. )

Which direction did you come here from?

( Maybe she saw something they might be able to use for navigation. )