Vianna watched as Ferris placed his hand in Amber's cage and addressed the small squirrel, assuring her that no one - not even Turnip - would hurt her. Vianna chuckled softly and watched the squirrel in the cage with sympathetic eyes as she seemed to sink further against the wall of the cage, the eyes that had earned her her name looking at Ferris's hand with terror. Vianna sighed. "I think it might take Amber days to get used to us," she said, a bit paranoid about the idea of even touching the baby squirrel just yet in fear that it might pass out or something out of the fright.