"You freaked out," Dee says lamely, because no, you is a go-to for her whenever she's flat-footed. The shock of a talking gorilla knocked some of the sarcastic wind out of her, even if she is adjusting real fast. "I have a bunch of dead cats stuck in my wall."

It's a total non sequitur, but it makes sense in her head. Grab wildly for the first weird thing she can think of in her life to prove her weirdness bona fides, so the literal talking gorilla doesn't think he has one over on her. It's lame, and she knows it's lame as soon as it's out of her mouth, but if anything the knowledge that she's not exactly proving herself competent just makes her knuckle down harder.

"Yeah, sure, fine, help me getting some stuff out of here." The sun's starting to come out, which means it's less immediately cold, but the glare of it is a reminder that its inverse tonight will be miserable. She'll need the wood. She scrambles through the fence, only getting a little scraped up, and then waits for the gorilla to rip it open enough to move his big monkey ass through.

That's when the pile of wood, about ten feet high, suddenly shudders and groans, like something moved around inside it and knocked some of the supports loose. Dee's eyes widen and her brow jumps up.