Hana followed behind the group, noticing the small homes infused with the hills that they walked through. They were quite odd, with the shape and size of the doors, but it was something different. When the group went ahead and started talking about bunnies and Hobbits, she stopped hearing in on the conversation. It was a topic she was unfamiliar with, even though she has heard of Lord of The Rings being mentioned before, she knew nothing about it. She continued walking a bit, humming a small tune to herself as she pulled out the carved wooden fox from the pocket of her jacket. Which was surprisingly still there after all this time. She rolled the little figure in her palm, fingers tracing the edges of its features patiently waiting for the group to move on.