Kathrine greeted her teammates with the same artificial sweetness as she'd given the farmer on the road. There were variations for each greeting, of course, such as an appraising stare at Isis and her water canteen, and a pleasant smile in return to Rinshan's glowing expression. 

Internally, however, the young Overture was as spiteful as ever. [i]Of course you're going to be hot, Southey, you spent the night in a furnace.[/i] She shifted slightly to shoot a icy glance at Dumont and his heavy clothes, trying to spot the place where the man must be keeping some sort of fan or ice-pack. [i]Workaholic hardass, can't even show up on a day like today and show weakness. Of course not.[/i] Carbon and Isis were soon to follow, Kathrine's red eyes darting in between them. [i]Creepy. Really needs to speak up more, act less like a zombie. Juneau has less of a stick up her ass, and that's saying something.[/i] They finally settled on the younger girl, flickering down to the canteen. [i]...As for the princess, she's about as mobile on the rules as this new girl is on stairs. And bringing up water, showing me up. Urgh.[/i] That left the two that she was undecided on. [i]The new girl's sweet, really, but seems too gullible. Just perfect, actually. Although her lack of use is showing through. Felix is... Unnerving. Charming, but always twitchy enough to set me on edge.[/i]

Lost in thought, she nearly spoke the last line out loud in response to Felix asking about the weather. Momentarily surprised, Kathrine's ladylike facade slipped into the tell-tale expression of abject vacancy. Her perfectly made-up mouth slightly agape and her eyes searching desperately for clues, the Fae desperately tried to come up with words that formed a response to the boy's question. "Er, yes, of course, rather hot." She fervently hoped she hadn't started sweating again. 

It was the commander's timely intervention that saved Kathrine from further embarrassment. She carefully listened to the mission, dismissing personal thoughts on the subject([i]If you're going to lose a kid, maybe you shouldn't be having them you old bag[/i]), before figuring that they'd be able to all split up for this mission. That meant no Juneau or Dumont breathing down her neck for taking a short break in one of the many pools of water that most likely held the lost little one. That was always a plus, as her rather stumbling answer was still a valid descriptor of the outside air temperature. 

As the commander finished up and complimented Juneau([i]Like [b]That[/b] ego needs stroking[/i]) about her forethought, Kathrine's eyes lit up as the albino girl thought up an excuse. "Well, actually I-" She was rudely cut off by Carbon's timely interjection. Somewhat taken aback, she fell back against her chair in a sulk.