"Gosh, those are big-ol' buggies!" Maggie chirps. After a heartbeat, her expression grows pensive. "Sure could be a problem if we ran into bigger ones- or a whole gigantic mess of 'em."

Her eyes track to Scruff, freely roaming within about 15' of herself. "Stay close, big guy. No running off, now!"

She turns back to her companions. "We better find someplace to camp. These walls... well, they might be better than nothing, but they're not gonna suffice all by themselves. We've only got a few minutes before things get more complicated."

She begins trying to identify a promising nook- a building with sturdier-looking bones, or at least a big enough pile of rubble to serve as a windbreak.