She waits, and watches. And when he follows, she does so. They walk through the little city of dome tents. Something's rustling inside one of the tents. She approaches, holding up one hand to tell him to hang back.

With one finger, she gingerly pulls back the rain fly.

There's an explosion of movement and sound, and something small and black flies passed her face, up into the high ceilings of the store. She jerks back, startled to the point of letting go a loud squeak.

And then she laughs, wincing again at her ribs.

"Bird! It was just a bird!"