August watched Maxwell carefully as he spoke. He was holding back, something was running around his head. But she couldn't place it. Melancholy? He'd hardly be the first person to experience that, especially in the teen years. It wasn't the self loathing she saw in Jackson, it wasn't the alien disconnect in Orion. This was something else. She couldn't place it though. Her eyes flicked to his clothing, tempted to reach out and touch it, if only to satisfy her curiosity, when he suddenly stood up.

[color=f7941d]“Hey, August, do you hate your power? Are you scared of it? Because I am. How could I not be? I don’t even know where it comes from, or what it is. Is this its limit? Or is it going to get stronger. Am I going to lose control? And what happens if I do?”[/color]

The redhead blinked for a moment, locking eyes with the boy. 

[color=f7941d]"Sorry, I guess I'm not that reliable after all,”[/color]

She opened her mouth to respond, but was silenced by Jackson breaking the surface of the water. She watched Maxwell move to the boy's side. Standing up, August hesitated, still staring at the water, before taking a few steps towards Jackson after he finished his story. She stayed out of arms reach though, green eyes still jumping to the lake's surface as she spoke to the boy, mind already racing with the facts he had given. The missing teen was there, Maxwell was taking care of him. The kitsune was drugged by Mary, who...didn't pass out from a drug that knocked out a spiritual being. The girl must have some crazy tolerance, which made sense really.

[color=00a651]"Strip. You'll freeze faster if you keep the clothes on, we need to get you warm."[/color]

August herself would've given him something dry, but she had worn quite literally nothing but a bra under her long sleeve, and she wasn't about to show everything off for a group she had just met that day. The others may have been comfortable in their bodies, but the redhead preferred a bit of mystery. She paced a bit, still avoiding coming down the shore of the lake while her eyes darted about for the others to breach. She wanted to see this Kitsune. She wanted to see a tangible spirit being, see what it looked like, how it talked, acted. A part of her wanted to see what she could glean from it's emotions as well. Probably a stupidly dangerous concept, but the pull was there.