Truthfully, Thorfinn understands about as much about plumbing as Kate does. She's run across the concept before here, of course, but nothing like this. Nothing like things that run with water going the wrong way, like it's all a ship burst a leak.

She doesn't know flooding like this, but she knows rotten wood. Damp wood. Creeks flood, makeshift bridges snap, and she glances up at the ceiling.

Water, she knows from years of hauling it, is heavy. Water-logged furniture, linens, all of that is far, far heavier still. She's the lightest of the three of them - smaller even than Jo, with a body still softer than the farmhand's stringy-toughness she'd once had, but if Miss Jo's already upstairs, already gathering things and throwing them down, then Kate doesn't want to add to the damage.

As Thorfinn's just pointed out, she's got a bad limb. She's not as nimble as she is normally.

"- I'll start in the kitchen," Kate says. Bursts out, really, and turns to march in that direction. "Get your supplies out!"

Whatever they may have, because both can hunt and gather.