She bit her lip at his not entirely inaccurate response. There was the sort of foreboding gloom that was weighing down upon them. Still to her a smile felt more natural then a look of stoic determination.

"Well now...we don't know for sure. The color of butterflies is more of an evolutionary trait then proof of intention. They use it to fend off predators and blend in to their surroundings. So long as we don't eat them we'll probably be fine. We just..." She hesitated again looking him over and paying close attention to his practiced stance and well trained muscles.

"We just need to keep our eyes open and stick together." She declared optimistically. "And even if it is a trap...well we're already in it aren't we?"

Because Honey was optimistic, but not in denial.