Well, you can't go back there. ( Because no use on wanting that. Right? Something like that. Focus on now. ) But we can finish this and get out of here.

Thanks! ( America tries to be a bit careful with her rummaging. She looks in the direction of the spirits when Thor seems to cringe from them, unaware of the pat. ) You okay over there?

Ungh. I think this sad thing is a potato? ( It's shriveled and covered in roots, the thing she pulls out, but maybe it was once a potato, sure. She starts cutting it up to toss it in, too, eyes and all. )