[She definitely doesn't want to. She didn't want to be here at all... let alone in a world like this, in a storm like this. But she was, and no matter how much she wished that wouldn't be changing. So it seemed.]

It should hit taller things first, like trees-

[Ah. There was no green here, was there?]

Or buildings. ... But.

[She still didn't want to go, and it was so contrary to her usual helpful, gung-ho nature that it confused even her, and she's left with a mouth full of apple she's forgotten to chew and a few tears in her eyes, wiping the small blade on her foreleg's coat before she resheathes it.]

... I used to just have to worry about bears and wolves.