[ from a distance, she can't see him roll his eyes. to this day he wishes she had been the one to go after that particular apparition. ] Yes well, even he left footprints. And the smoke was nowhere near as persistent as this fog.

[ he has to agree that he'd much rather be dealing with some supernatural nonsense at the moment, however, if the alternative is that someone has found a way to hide things even from this sense of theirs. he points, as soon as she gets there, wordless.

part of him is comforted by the fact that it doesn't seem he's gone mad after all, or else they share a connection in madness as in clarity. at her question he only looks at her helplessly. ] I was hoping you'd have an idea. No matter what it is, we might get a better look from over there.

[ farther along the bridge, above the thing. and after an uncharacteristically unsure look at Evie, he starts heading that way. ] If that's the origin of the fog... [ then he still hasn't a clue what they're looking at. ]