Owen's been in earthquakes before, then; Karen guesses it's a relief that at least one person here has.

"Sure," she agrees with a nod, and takes off at a sprint, seeing no reason to wait for confirmation if they're honestly trying to outrun more aftershocks. The field is mostly intact when they arrive, the expected tree branches and general flotsam around the edges but the crops seeming okay. The orchard is further back and harder to tell, but from here Karen thinks it's come through alright.

But more to the point, the groffle is right where Owen expected her to be, calmly chewing on what looks to be some sort of squash vine as if this were all in a normal day for her.