[ When any of the adults (congratulations, Keith, even in your teen years you qualified, now you definitely qualify as Adult) agree that what they're facing is difficult, she feels like that's a good sign that it really is. The smaller bugs seemed to be easier to handle in their own way. These big ones?

Chihiro runs a hand over her hair, startled when she feels the poke of a piece of dried hay against her palm. She plucks it out, looking at it and then tossing it back toward the pile of loose hay. Really, she can't be surprised. She'd just gone rolling through the stuff. ]

Excited like happy, or excited like ready to fight?

[ She sounds dubious, having not yet run into this phenomena. She also sets her shoulders, still looking up at the window. ]

If we don't fight them, do you think we could lure them where they won't hurt people? Or the furniture...

[ Or was that really just the other residents destroying the furniture. It might be. ]

I don't know if I can run fast enough for that, though. I really don't feel like ending up bug lunch.

[ Paired with a shudder, since that's been her problem since the bugs were football sized and hungry. Now they're bigger. This has been no more reassuring. ... And of course, the bug that had been after her sticks a claw out the window, flailing around and scraping trails against the stone. There's nothing lurking there, so even if they choose to juts watch, after a few more flailing grabs at air and stone, the limb will retreat, and the bug will seemingly move on to examine other halls. ]

Is there even anyplace safe to stay right now?

[ She turns to look at Keith-the-Galra, actually asking him if he knows. Trusting that, somehow, he does. He seems much better informed about things than she is. ]