Morgana had been about to decapitate the creature when it stumbles and falls into the pit. She looks down and sees it flail for a moment and then sink.

She says nothing until after the requisite splash is finished echoing. "I could have managed that on my own," Oddly, she's almost smiling, and then adds, "You have your duty, and I have mine."

There are footsteps from the other side of the shed. Whatever mixture of technology and biology these creatures are, one of them has figured out that three of them have met an unfortunate demise.