Morticia kicked her feet on the table as the recording started playing, and quickly sat upright again when she remembered she was wearing a skirt, She eyed her new "companions", all of whom seem rather unorthodox. Luckily they were all too preoccupied with the mission briefing to have noticed of moment of embarrassment. Only half of her attention was paid to the message being played, the other half thought about how she was low on candle wax and bone meal. The fellow in the corner, Finn was it?, appeared rather unsociable. Not to say Morticia is a ray of sunshine by any means. The other one, cathian that goes by Quallyss, was irritatingly enthusiastic. In fact, Morticia's attitude could be described as the complete opposite of the cathian's.
Kyelin said
"So, mysterious, yes? From what I could draw, it app*hic*ears that these 'emerald clouds' are of a magical nature, though the exact make up I can*hic*not hope to tell, with my limited knowledge of magic..."
Morticia let out a sigh, eagerness is a trampoline to conclusions after all. "Why assume the worse?" she said, slightly more motivated than before. "Who is to say this 'emerald cloud' isn't just some gaudy airship or some strange atmospheric effect. And the sickness upon the populace may be caused by a dirty water reservoir. Or perhaps there's simply a bad case of the flu spreading about." She sat back with her arms crossed. "There is no need for everyone to get excited over what could be nothing."