After a moment, she pulls back and adjusts her skirt-turned blanket to wrap around her shoulders more securely.

"Oh, of course it'll be alright as long as none of us disintegrated like that. I don't know what I hate more right now, camping or magic."

She can't help the prickly feeling when she thinks about how she'd just been telling Jim the other day exactly how she feels about camping. It's like she'd cursed them all and now she'll be crying for a shower by the end of this.

"Would you say something all science-y and medical? I won't understand it, but at least it won't be about Hell spawn or people dusting into nothing or abra-kadabra-whatever."