Vata barely even heard what Twain was saying until he put a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. Even through his clothes he could feel Twain's ice-cold hand, which shocked him back into his senses. Twain went on to describe what he had just done to save the group. He knew that whatever had just happened, there was no Shaping involved in it. There were so many strange new things in this world, and there was so little time to process all of it. Now there was some sort of magic that was focused on...the dead? Beyond moving around dead bodies and such, Vata did not even want to think about what other sorts of things it could do, but Twain made it sound like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Twain then started to pace around the room, and talking about how it might be possible for the organization he was in to help them get back to where they all belonged. Vata perked up a bit at this.

"Well, if you're relying on all of us to try to figure out what happened here, I suggest we all get out of here before we either freeze to death, or get killed by whatever's lurking around here."