Mokou found herself quite satisfied with the gathered pile of timber, and promptly dropped it all in the middle of the group--timber that was now burning surprisingly well, though belching acrid smoke due to the trees in question. So, not a good idea to stand over it, but at least they had some source of warmth. The weeping girl would probably be the first to freeze to death, if her reaction to this sort of minor bad news was to start weeping. After all, it was only a vast gulf of space and myriad dimensions that separated her from everything she knew and loved, rather than over a thousand years and everything in question being long destroyed. Well, aside from Kaguya, who sadly wasn't here to blame for their problems.

At least this Whitney girl had a bunch of weird pets to throw at things. That put her one step above the two schoolgirls on the whole 'likelihood of not dying horribly' scale.

Guessing that it was her turn to introduce herself, the white-haired girl opted for three words: "Fujiwara no Mokou."

She was in no rush to explore or get out. There was nothing pressing for her to get back to and she had no worries about starving to death. This explained why she'd sat down uncomfortable close to the fire, rather than headed towards the buildings.