[Getting a response at all already elates Frieda, and recognising Need's voice is all the more of a relief. In her eagerness to try and make her out in the mist, she almost falls out of the doorframe again - in fairness, it doesn't help that the hut has started moving! It's not running, but it's distinctly taking measured steps, just a few, before it comes to a standstill again. This is bizarre, Frieda thinks.]
This is Frieda! I'm...
[How does she even begin to describe her predicament? But after a moment, she resolves to simply be as literal as possible.]
I'm stuck in one of the huts that walked away while I slept inside!
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This is Frieda! I'm...
[How does she even begin to describe her predicament? But after a moment, she resolves to simply be as literal as possible.]
I'm stuck in one of the huts that walked away while I slept inside!