[ He actually means that seriously. Despite their current circumstances, this day could have ended up far worse. They've made it inside safely, the fog will dissipate eventually, and he'll go have a scout around later to see what he can learn from it all. He can only hope anyone else out there is safe, though, and he'll be too restless to stay here for long while he worries about any other sentient creatures caught up in this.
He helps get the windows shored up, though, and glances over his new companion. ]
Quite a few layers there, lucky you made it in one piece.
[ Though, one does have to keep warm however they can, he supposes. While they speak, the Doctor begins to poke around looking for supplies, just to see what they have. And he supposes he should clean up his hand a bit, though that's less of a concern. He talks to him over his shoulder. ]
As for what that is out there — just the not-so-simple result of a horizontal movement of warm moist air over a cold surface. Mix in something toxic in the atmosphere and you get a very unfriendly bit of fog. It could be biological in nature, something naturally occurring in the environment here that's reacted with the atmosphere to produce this. Perhaps a type of living organism or environmental imabalance. I was examining it earlier before it decided to get hostile — rude, honestly! You weren't hurt by it, were you? Breathe much of it in?
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[ He actually means that seriously. Despite their current circumstances, this day could have ended up far worse. They've made it inside safely, the fog will dissipate eventually, and he'll go have a scout around later to see what he can learn from it all. He can only hope anyone else out there is safe, though, and he'll be too restless to stay here for long while he worries about any other sentient creatures caught up in this.
He helps get the windows shored up, though, and glances over his new companion. ]
Quite a few layers there, lucky you made it in one piece.
[ Though, one does have to keep warm however they can, he supposes. While they speak, the Doctor begins to poke around looking for supplies, just to see what they have. And he supposes he should clean up his hand a bit, though that's less of a concern. He talks to him over his shoulder. ]
As for what that is out there — just the not-so-simple result of a horizontal movement of warm moist air over a cold surface. Mix in something toxic in the atmosphere and you get a very unfriendly bit of fog. It could be biological in nature, something naturally occurring in the environment here that's reacted with the atmosphere to produce this. Perhaps a type of living organism or environmental imabalance. I was examining it earlier before it decided to get hostile — rude, honestly! You weren't hurt by it, were you? Breathe much of it in?