[Unfortunately Barabas' sense of smell is likely keen enough to know that something is going on beyond simply a sweaty moment. But Hank doesn't precisely smell like fear either.

Fear is a scent he knows well, after all.

For the time being the bouda scoots closer and peers.]

Right, makes sense. Let's see...

[He manages to get a decent grip of it, more with his claws than his fingers, but hey if it works it works. He considers.] So far not much. No additional food except for a suspect box of candy, but I found flatware. Helpful, isn't it? We may starve, but we'll have place settings. And a group of us managed to break through a larger door into a room full of plants -- most of which are in various stages of dying and rotting, but maybe there's something to be done there.

[And then, after a pause.] Are you all right, Hank?