Aella watched with mild interest as Caitlyn removed the beast's arm, her mind elsewhere. She wasn't sure what to make of Thrass's gesture, though she had a sinking feeling that it was too late to save him. Too much internal damage and too much blood loss. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, having someone die on your behalf. Especially after a mistake that could have been so easily avoided.
She was gritting her teeth as Caitlyn ran back to to the buggy. Her muscles were rigid as she realized how useless she was at the moment, until something within her seemed to snap. She instantly relaxed, her fingers uncurling from the fists she hadn't realized she made. The redhead merely nodded at the order, not bothering to protest the order. There probably would be something useful inside, though she wondered whether or not there would be any more traps. Aella would be more careful from now on.
As she went to move into the cabin, Thrass's hand stopped her. She had been around the man long enough to be able to translate some Maori. You my death. Aella couldn't meet his empty gaze. She didn't comment or linger, instead moving towards the cabin. She believed that there was nothing that she could possibly say.
She was much more careful when she stepped into the threshold. Her hand returned back to the hilt of the machete on her right hip as her eyes scanned the walls and floor- and ceiling for anything that seemed off. Wires, suspicious rugs, strange electronics. She aimed to clear the entire house before she returned to her squad with the news, ensuring dragging Thrass inside wouldn't set anything off. If, of course, she wasn't attacked.