Oof, she managed to muffle a lot of that, but she still felt it, and enough of it got through to make her head throb a bit more, but. She's had worse, and it could have been a lot worse.

"Yeah, sure," she answers - she's not like. Super enthused, but she's not grousing about it, either. Anything big enough is getting torn open, and what wires she can find are getting yanked out, and kept mostly untangled - mostly since she figures if anything is, it'll be on her to fix, and, well. Patience has never been her strong point.

The relative silence is a bit of a bother, though, and eventually she can't help but break it. "Thanks. For, the, uh. The warning."