You hear the rustling of leaves ahead of you, and the undeniable sound of something coming your way. For a moment, you debate the merits of hiding, or running back down the path, but neither option appeals to you. Your only real option is to dash off the path, deeper into the woods, and you're ready to do that when you see what's coming toward you...it's just a park ranger.
She waves to you, and you head towards her, the two of you meeting somewhere in the middle of the path. She's a shapely woman, dressed head to toe in the standard green uniform of a national park ranger, complete with the peaked "Smokey the Bear" cap you've seen in cartoons. She looks to be around thirty, with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her badge reads "Bramwell".
"Wow," you say, "I'm really glad to see you. I gotta tell you, I was starting to get a little freaked out."
She smiles back at you, "The forest has a way of doing that to people."
"Yeah, I can imagine it does," you tell her, finding yourself rather attracted to her, which is a little shocking. She's a little older than what you'd normally go for. It must be the stress of the day, you think.
"We don't get a whole lot of visitors out here," she says.
"Yeah," you say, "I didn't even know we had a park out here until I wandered down the path."
"Well, this particular section is a wildlife preserve. It doesn't get a whole lot of attention, because we're far enough away from anything a business might really want to get its hands on, like oil or mineral deposits, or even hot springs. This is just great forest," she tells you.
"So," you ask her, "Do you think you can help me out here? The path I came in on is blocked, and I have a feeling I'll be totally lost if I try to get out on my own."