She'd pegged him pretty well. Cross was unflappable, most of the time. There would be no fits of hysteria from him no matter what happened. Once in a while, though... he could definitely be shaken. He recovered quickly, and he made his way to the indicated spot to dump the wood he had in his arms. Once he'd done that, he stretched one arm and then the other, brushing away odd-looking bits of bark as he did. "What d'we build 'em from?" he wanted to know. "Vines?" Because that was something he could work on; even with the two missing fingers, he was excellent with his hands. It would be nice to have something to do to keep himself from dwelling on the impossibility of the situation they were now in.