A thought occurred to Mal that was so distressing he voiced it right away. "And let's not forget that if there's an issue with the Mist, mortals might start seeing through it, and find that all those things that go bump in the night are actually there. Imagine the panic. How would the mortal governments respond? I mean," he paused to cough into his fist, and clap the head of Ares cabin on the back. "No pressure, guys. I'm sure you guys got this." He tried giving a hearty thumbs-up of encouragement, as if his ADHD-addled mind hadn't just jumped off the deep end into conspiracy-theory land. Besides, it's only paranoia if the things hunting you aren't -actually- real, right? Sometimes, he really hated technicalities.