Under some circumstances, trekking off with a stranger would be a poor decision. But she's generally been in the business of trusting people and giving them chances, even after all the knocks. It's a strange place to be, when you want so much to meet people and understand them, and when you feel like you're so, so isolated.
"A healer would be great," she agrees, bright even through the tiredness and the thudding pain that comes with each breath.

"The Hinterlands?" She speaks without thinking, and then there's that moment of oops that visually crosses her face. A native would probably at least know what the place name means, even if they don't know the place, right? Then again, there were so many places in her home world that she didn't know, hadn't been to, maybe it can all be chalked up to being sheltered. (Sometimes she really misses the days when she truly had been sheltered, much as she railed against them at the time.)
"I, uh," I'm from the Enchanted Forest, and I'm from Storybrooke, Maine, and-- No. "I'm not local. I've moved around a lot, you could say. Have... you ever heard of Misthaven?"

There's a chance, right? A chance the magic bean that turned into crazy green light and spat her out here might have just set her a little off course?