"One thing at a time," Vandal says from her porch, pinching the bridge of her nose, "For now, we wait until dawn and we can figure it out then."

Right now she's just exhausted, she wants to sit and have a moment to think.

"If something goes wrong we have the flashlight, and the generator is in no danger of running out of fuel. So just sit tight, try to rest and we'll think of something in the morning. I don't think Drift would leave you alone right now and frankly neither will I."

Her voice carries a sort of weariness. Snappish with just how taxing the whole ordeal has been.