[Nita's not entirely at ease just sitting around, once they get there - so the ones that are less In The Way receive a talking to, as she asks them to please move.

It's actually a very good thing Inigo's cutting down weeds, because she's able to point to them in a 'don't be that weed' sort of way.

Cutting off her latest 'conversation', she answers:]

What, with the screaming? ... I think we made that happen just by ourselves, honestly.

I couldn't tell if there was a second shield-smashing meteor on its way, at any rate.

[She turns to look at him, a frown creasing her brows.]

Why d'you ask, Inigo?

[... Apart from the concern from the future they both have in common, anyway.]