[Angela looks to the sky in mild exasperation. Of course. If she ever gets to this station, she's putting in formal complaints and suggestions to management.]

[Through a gap in the canopy she can see a massive tree, a good ways off but very easy to notice - if you can find clear sky or climb a tree, she supposes. She gestures towards it.]

What about there? If we can make our way to that tree, we should be able to group together and find our way out as a unit.