[She lets him help her, feeling more defeated that he wants to keep looking. She does not, and it's very apparent on her face. His joke only further aggravates it as Sansa abruptly turns to look at him with a sharp glare.]

I know how to navigate these woods. It isn't my fault I was collided with.

[Once out of the mud puddle, the redhead scuffs her feet on the nearby rock to try and get the mud off. This is not how she envisioned her day. And the trickling of rain making her hair flat is worsening the entire thing.]

Let's get on then. The quicker we find her, the quicker I can have a bath drawn.