Dana was zoned out hard, sitting on the far left side of the bench and looking off away from the group. He caught the gist, or the end at least. This guy was their counselor, they would arrive soon, and they would have a few days off. Good. Great, in fact, Dana thought he needed to get his head straight. Or maybe he needed to get his mind off of you-know-who and the fact he hadn't had any you-know-what in a while. He turned back to Che and answered the small talk.

"'Was just a flight. Say, why's it always foggy here?" He noticed it getting thicker the further you looked in the direction of the island. It was weird, to say the least. "Bit far south for it, aren't we?"