Seriously!? It's the first thought in her head, but not one she broadcasts, and how fortunate-no doubt Foster would say..something, something that was unsettling, upsetting, or...

Well, something. The point was, it wouldn't be anything useful for the moment, and for the moment she clambers onto Foster's back after the brief confusion with regard to his voice coming from 'nowhere' while his feelings come from, well. 'Over there'.

"Mngh-" Goodness but the Greimen aren't making it easy at all. As she scrambles, a few things flutter from her pockets-something she doesn't notice, as she grips the other where she can. What a chaotic mess!