He offers her a drink, brought out from his arm bands discreetly (as discreet as anything can be that appears from nowhere in a dust of gold), holding out the sports bottle, free for her to take. She'll need more than water, but hey - it's a start.

"The cuddly wildlife really had us fooled, huh." Wry, more so when the mission's beginnings are called. "Think we could've done better?"

He wonders. He has some thoughts. But he doesn't really know how to look at the full picture, and more than just a personal eye.