The smile is... vaguely reassuring, though Cosima takes a minute to parse the answer - she'd meant the creature stomping toward them rather than the the giant green rip in the sky, but now that the woman mentions it, that's also kind of worrying. She also registers the question.

"Uh, some, yeah, but I can handle it." Or the immediate throb in her hand, at least, she can handle that. She flexes it, idly, now that her attention's been drawn to it. "Do we need to be, like, running away? Or..."