"Oop!" Was the initial response, followed by: "Sorry, aim's terrible these days." There was a small, crooked smile as she handed over the teabags she'd already gathered, "Sure, if you want to play packmule for all eight ounces of tea, go for it, I won't argue."
She shook her head then, dragging a hand through her hair, nose wrinkling as her fingers caught in a tangle, "Been a long couple of days, just took Teague and Brenda back home, figure it's safe enough now and they know how to get ahold of us if they need another escape route, guildhall's doing okay, Pit's doing just fine, everybody seems to be holding down the fort okay."