[ The serious timbre of his voice cuts through each of his words, and Moana finds herself gulping slightly, face suddenly less put-together. She's not used to videos or voices coming through the weird little device, but she's kind of glad this one is just with their voices. Entirely because she doesn't want to look scared: she's done the bravery thing lots of times! She can do it now, too!

Still, she is a kid. Uncertain, unaware of the breadth of reality pushing down on them. Tempered discomfort comes through in her tone. ] All right. [ A long beat. ] But...how? I mean, since there's so much to be unsure about around here. How do you know we'd be safe?