The goose is, in fact, mostly staying out of the way due to a great deal of the arriving injuries being iron-based, so Herbert is standing up against a table in a different area than her, taking a moment to ponder whether he should run out and grab more thread again. He's not exactly low on it but there's been a slight lull in arrivals, so perhaps this would be the time?

He really wishes he had radios for communication like back in the Carnival.

As it is, Gon is coming over so it appears to be a moot point for the time being. "Yes?" he asks, pushing off the table to turn and face him.