"Odds bobs," she mutters as she finally clears the doorway, though there's an undercurrent of concern beneath the exasperation. At the moment, she's just focusing on the animals' immediate needs, but assuming the rift doesn't just take them back, food and water will only be the first of her concerns. What are they going to do with them all?

"How's it looking back in the base proper?" she asks Edgar, taking his hand. The gesture has an easy familiarity to it, now. "Are folk upset?"