Raistlin raises an eyebrow, impressed and pleased despite himself. He knew his rescuer was competent, but he hadn't been able to see exactly how much so, given that he was dangling over her shoulders.

Since she clearly knows what she's about, he turns his attention to the ground below, watching. If they're both wrong, and there still are those creatures about, they either haven't found them or they're lying in wait. Either way, someone has to have eyes on the rear while Kerrigan scouts, and since he's the only one available, he'll have to do.

After a few long moments of stillness and silence - and then a few more, because Raistlin is nothing if not patient - he calls up softly.

"Any sign?"