She's relieved and concerned in equal measure when Salem greets her at the door, his yowl managing to sound both urgent and displeased as he trots a few steps forward. "I'm coming," she says when he looks back at her, the sudden memory of those frogs making her choose her steps a little more carefully in the gloom. Her head snaps back up at the sound of a voice, strangely familiar and unfamiliar all at once--much like the girl in front of her now.

Miraculously, she doesn't burst out laughing.

"I should say so," she mutters, listening to Sabrina run through each issue in turn with an efficiency that suggests a bit of rehearsal and practice. Though, Rosie supposes, she'd have had time for that. "Okay. Teeth first, and I don't want to know what those are for at all, and then..." She waves a hand at Sabrina. "We figure out what's gone wrong here?"