Okay, this lady is crazy cool. Wormmon is happy to be back in the arms whence he belongs, but he stares up at her with something akin to admiration all the same.

The brush, however, continues to rustle. Ken frowns.

"They'll attack anything if they aren't stopped," he observes. Wormmon nods.

"Leave it to me!"

And - here come the sentry bots, making good on Ken's guess....