Well, she didn't like the sound of any of that. Nevermind that it seemed to be pretty confusing with the 'Calamity-marked' and the 'Mog' and the 'Heroes of Light' mumbo jumbo most people around here were spouting, now the dolls had to go and get in on it, too? Sheeze, she thought to herself, rubbing that bright light out of her eyes.

As they re-grouped, she crossed her arms over her chest, weapons back in their proper places, Kid tapped her foot impatiently on the ground. Serge had gotten hurt, but it seemed that most of the others had already expressed their concerns— making anything she would have to add just more worry for him to deal with.

She's more content to follow along than to stand still, but as that dizzying effect takes hold of them again, she stumbles just slightly, bumping into Serge with an— "Oof," to find him once again, fleshy and solid... and in pain. "S-sorry, mate."

But yeah, why don't we focus on that GOOD NEWS, EVERYBODY?