As a matter of fact there is. [He puts down the bandages he's sorting through and goes to get her a cup, red eye illuminating his way. He's completely fine with their current devision of labor - him on injury patching duty and her in charge of chasing away raptors with brooms. She can handle herself and if there's trouble he trusts her to yell for him. It's a good system.] Anything happening out there? Besides being dark, obviously.