[ She rolls her eyes at Vasquez' display of Rhysism, but doesn't comment. There'd be very little point in arguing, and besides - she'd rather not alienate someone who's willing to act as her eyes.

But okay. Lights. She turns slowly on the spot, squinting as if it'll help her filter out which lights are closest. It really, really doesn't. ]

There's a little cluster of blues with a red that way -- [GESTURING] -- and I think they're the nearest to us. Maybe. I'll let you know if that changes while we're going walkies.