"Oh sure, just explain to me the spatial theory that lets the door pass through the goat," Kira bites at him, getting a socked foot under Bethany's stomach and using his entire leg to drag her backwards out of the snow. The door eventually shuts, soft white snow blustering around its edges, bursting along the floor. So much for the collection of socks he's hoarded extremely far out into the snow from here.

The goat: the goat.

"I hope you appreciate how I'm not leaving you to the elements and literal goat murderers," he tells her, doubling over to catch her horns as she butts him in the thighs for his trouble. "Do you think the person who left her to me did it out of hatred?"