Bible looks disappointed at having failed to find her halfling friend before it seemed they would be driven from the giants' lair. She warily eyes the steading from which she expects another barrage of giants to emerge at any moment and considers downing another potion before it's too late.
She moves around to the left of the incapacitated ogres towards the door of the outbuilding, thinking out loud to the others, ~I'll jus' take a quick look in the shed to see if me sweet Corbit is bein' kept prisikner or if she's well an' truly done for as I had feared, an' then we can go. No senske in us all gettin' killed.~