( right. the letting in part. she'd forgotten all about that while staring at a literal coyote in her doorway. moving back seems like a good idea, enough that there's space to manuever forward into the living room and the surrounding areas. )

Right. If you need a bathroom, it's... over there, second door. ( a vague hand gesture in that direction before said hand comes up to cover kimberly's eyes, fingertips pressing against her temples. ) I won't watch.

( wait. shit. the cat. was the cat going to know there was a goddamn coyote in the house? was it going to freak out and try to destroy everything? because kimberly was not qualified to deal with that. )

Oh, uh — if you see a cat, don't attack it? Or... get attacked, I guess. Try to avoid that too.