Brock frowns, because he doesn't really like that idea. She's going to get eaten by a cat or something, and then where would he be? He couldn't wait around for her body to wake up like last time if she's... digested. How does that even work, anyway?

Probably best not to think about it.

"I don't know," he says slowly, glancing to the side. "What if you get stepped on or something..."