Well, they seem friendly enough, whoever and whatever they are. And just because they look rather frightening doesn't mean they pose a real danger. Angus lowers his head to give the raven a cautious sniff, and Greta closes her mouth, swallows, and manages a rather unsteady smile in return.

"I'm Greta, and, er, this is Angus." She gives his shoulder a pat, feeling bolstered by the contact. "I'm not sure where we are, though. I think it might be a dream?" That seems a safe guess. They certainly aren't in Manhattan, and she doesn't remember how she got here, so either the Rift has brought them all someplace very strange indeed, or it's just a dream. The latter seems more likely.