The others seemed to confirm her suspicions. More desperate guttersnipes fending off starvation one fuastian bargin at a time. She was pleasantly surprised by their openness, however. Even the one on the phone loudly proclaimed their predicament, whether they noticed or not. Her smile persisted as she felt the group already finding some level of bond: a veritable plight of the people.

The uncooth vexation from an unprompted compliment did nothing to diminish her smile. It did, however, cause her to look down, as if appraising just how accurate his unprompted comment was. So many of her clothes leaned towards a monochromatic melancholy of blacks, greys, and whites. The few bits of clothing with color she had left behind. None of them would be appropriate attire for the Arctic. 

"I think I'd prefer if you used the term 'aesthetic'. My 'look' is purely Ursula," She offered back to the young man, going as far as to offer the boisterous young man a teasing wink. 

The attention shifted the moment a new face entered the aerial waiting room. Just by clothes alone, it was clear he was not one of them. Thus entered [color=firebrick]the man[/color]. Before he had even spoken, the energy in the room changed drastically. The things he said ultimately confused her, but Ursula listened intently nonetheless. What they were saying, albeit vague, sounded enticing.

[color=royalblue]"So you've brought us all here to harness this energy then, but why strangers? Are you looking for side effects?"[/color]