"Gretel," she called back with half a thought, because she needed to switch her focus on something she could actually grasp. If this was another one of Marrowood's ways of fucking with them all, it didn't feel like it. Fucked up- yes, but not like last week was fucked up. So what did it all mean?
She didn't want to care right now. Later. They'd deal with it later.
"Where are you?" she spoke at Hansel in the little screen as she took the left that lead to the station. "I'll meet you there in ten."