She sympathizes with that look, really, but she also likes to be upbeat and have fun and pretend to be great even when she's not. It's a matter of pride, honestly. She shrugs and spreads her arms at the question about the moss. Look, it's not really her concern, is it?

"Oh, I doubt they'll feed us to it - and if it eats someone I don't know, why should I particularly care about it? We're not here to make them change. So as long as they're not feeding us to anything, well..."

She shrugs.

"We'll manage, I think. Unless you have a reason to be more cynical about our chances..."