Something was happening.  Deucalion looked around and flexed his fingers.  It took awhile for the large man to realize what it was.  The temperature was dropping.  Normally that wouldn't be cause for worry.  Changes in the amount of ambient heat floating around happened all the time.  Sometimes in seconds due to clouds or other natural events, but this was way too cold, way too damn fast to be anything less than something completely other worldly.  He looked down at the rest of the group, fist balled and waited to see how'd everyone would react.  They didn't do too badly, but he would've preferred working with individuals that reacted first and left the questions and comments till well after whatever immediate danger was going on was past.

With a huff he stepped into the ship and took a seat.