As the briefing commenced, Finn sat back in his seat, staring-wide eyed into space. The green luminescence of his eyes contrasted glaringly with the orange light of late afternoon, casting a strange pall over the rest of his face. He didn't look at the projector, and barely seemed to be paying attention to the meeting at all. Rather, his otherworldly gaze was fixated on a seemingly random fixture of the wall, which he stared at intensely. Sweat beaded on his forehead, making the silky shag of his hair stick to his face. With no other indication of what was drawing his attention, those in the room familiar with his powers could only assume that he was in the midst of another prophetic vision.

Eventually, he rasped quietly, "It's so hot outside." He lurched forward in his seat, flicking sweat onto the table, and made a sort of dry, choking noise. "Please don't make me go out, I'll die."