[She stares at him, eyes wide.] Hunting us? Fuck. That sounds fucking... [She bites her lip, worry written all over her face. If Matilda hasn't made it here yet, chances are she won't make it at all.

She keeps walking with him, her tail seeming to drag sadly behind them. She knows there's nothing either of them can do to help right now. Her voice is soft as she speaks again,] I guess we're staying here, then. There's... worse places to be hiding from an alien maniac in.

And I suppose we should all be sticking together from now on, too. No more splitting up the gang. [She glances at Luka, brows furrowed despite her light attempts at humor. She worries that he's the biggest target no matter what side they're on.]