[Emet's outrage and indignation goes a long way into helping Ethlyn calm down, and realizing she's pressed her hand to her heart in alarm, she lowers it.]

It looks like it used to be a pie... a very long time ago. [She's seen people hit each other in the face with fruit pies. Specifically, jesters, at festivals and feasts. And the sheer absurdity of a cheap slapstick joke being in such a grim and desolate land--that of all things to find here, he'd find that--she has to clap her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle before it bubbles over.] Well--if it was so important to booby-trap--[okay no she's got it, okay]--we should look, right?

Unless you're injured?