Ordinarily Ray would offer to scratch for her, but, well. CLAWS. I mean, come on. CLAWS. He might have the survival instincts of an eggplant, but even an eggplant doesn't reach straight into being gutted. He hastily looks down instead and- "Oh, hey, you're back, huh?" He crouches carefully, hoping that Mom doesn't decide he's doing something dangerous, and reaches for the free end of the rope.