She eyes the vines. He's feeling prickly. Of course. Like he wasn't the one stuck with a chocolate dealer, with evidence of the lack of sanitation that such addictions could bring lying all around them. She manages not to sneer, but there's still a little distaste that she can't quite shove out of her voice. "I'm uninjured."

She glances around. Flexes her hands. A world shaped by willpower and imagination. Could she will the Public Surveillance Unit into being? Track down the children faster? How would she go about doing that? She glances around at their surroundings, takes a breath, and... pulls everything in. The chill, the machinery, even the Statue of Justice. Locked away. No leaks. All that's left is a combination of fear with a slight tinge of hate and resentment that she usually feels directed at herself. She's a Judge. The Boogeyman. When parents tell their children to behave, it's because she'll come to take them away. She's not even aware that her expectation of that is filling the area around her, it's not something she needs to imagine. It's just fact.

She spares a glance at the Bunny. "You should probably do the same for your... Facility." Ugh. "We don't know who's watching or how much we're standing out. If we're going to rescue those children, anything that's out of place won't be an asset." At least until she figured out what the 'usual' for this patchwork world was.