"There are aliens," Russell confirms, figuring he might as well start with the most interesting parts. "And sharks, working for one of them. In the bay, and even in sinks...? It's been terrible."

Terrible, but probably in a way she would have been in stitches about. Or weaponizing her sink sharks to get things out of people. He can only hope she'll grow out of some of this mischief. "I don't think the mice are with the sharks... They were fighting a bit. So, might as well see what they want, right?"

He tilts his head, glancing around the cliffside. "Where are your entrances? The big enough ones." It doesn't help for her to lead him to ones he can't use, anymore than it helped for the mice to lead him here, after all.