Eyes follow the dog for a hot second before her brain catches up with his words. She doesn't have time to fully take in his appearance or just how bad of a situation he seemed to be in before they're running.

Letting him guide her, she focuses on not tripping as she moves to run down the stairs.

"What the hell is going on?"

It's broken and breathy as she moves - not even sure where they can go to get away from him if things had gone as bad as she guessed. Right now? She's just gonna run until he tells her to stop.