Miranda is sorting through her inventory in the other room, taking somewhat depressed care to organize the scraps into something resembling order. She hears her companion clattering around in the other room and pauses, tilting her head to listen. If it were an anomaly he would have called a warning.

She looks up as he comes running into the other room and raises an eyebrow.

"You're going to have to try hard to do that."

Nonetheless, she does climb to her feet and follow him.

"Are our lives in danger?"