Natasha

A few moments before Wolfe had walked in the red head was fighting the urge to pull Tristian over his desk by his collar, unsure exactly what he was implying. The last Message received from Hank did not make any sense. He of all people would have known that she was on vacation but yet his message implied they had no knowledge of her where-about. Yet it was the MOON operatives that had broken communication with her, not the other way around. She had been proudly boasting at how lovely the island she was visiting was and how cheap the booze was. She deflated a bit once Wolfe came into the room for reasons that she could not figure out at that moment, but Trident and Moon business was still a separate matter even though they were all curious about the Rift incident. She sat back in her chair as Tristian invited the marine to explain his own situation once again wither out leaving her out of the conversation. She knew that MOON had investigated the event he was speaking of, but she had been assigned elsewhere at the time and had only skimmed through the information she waited for him to finished then offered a few thoughts, completely unphased at him thinking he had visited hell. Things of that nature were commonplace for MOON Intelligence.

“I don’t know Wolfe. These people you’re describing, they were using crystals and chants. That’s more like heaven and hell and summoning shit. We seem to be dealing more on the lines of blood magic and Necromancy. They are two different fields of expertise if you would. The spook you met though! Chances are he might have been a recruiter for Trident or one of their branches I doubt it had anything to do with the government because they have a ton of red tape to go through when it comes to recruiting and the likes. TRIDENT on the other hand, well, it’s less of a challenge to reach out to people when an organization technically doesn’t exist.” She passed a glance to Tristan then back to the marine, still wondering exactly why he had been summoned to the office. The words of the reanimated corpse still echoing in the back of her mind. 

Dayna

The poor ball of energy was at a loss trapped in the mobile command center of trident. All the forces of the ocean there, yet still out of reach for her. She would need lots of time interacting with each element in order to grasp at their differences here on earth and how it was going now, they were so isolated from them it was a rather futile attempt reaching out for them. The recirculated air that was present in the submarines was nothing compared tot he raw energy of air unbound that was topside. She had wandered through the kitchen of the mess hall earlier and even down there, it was hard to find an open flame, everything was so technologically advanced within the submerged fortress and they had strange methods of preparing their food stuffs.  In actual fact, the only thing that kitchen had reminded Dayna of was feeding. It had been a  long time since the Sprite had fed now that she recalled and once she got to remembering that she felt the effects immediately. She needed to feed. Unfortunately most everything she had come across thus far within the Trident headquarters was already dead and cooked so the energies which she needed in order to feed had long since extinguished. There would be traces of energies within the cooked food stuffs, but hardly enough to replenish the sprites supply of potent energy.  They would have to go topside soon where she could find life and feed, but if it came down to it, her need to survive would take over and there was indeed plenty of life within trident's command center to replenish her, but, as much as she hated to admit it, all the people she had met so far since the RIFT had grown on her and she had come to appreciate them all to some extent.

Dayna did not think they would be all that willing to allow her to siphon some of their energy so she could replenish hers so for now, she would wait, and resit the urge to feed on any of the people that were locked in the Headquarters with her. Due to  the nature of Twain's foul magics  the Sprite was sure he would understand her needs, but just the thought of his necrotic energy, made her very core shutter, as potent as it had been when it had passed through her earlier, she did not like the feel of it  and was not entirely sure of the side effects it would have on her should she ever absorb a large quantity of it.