"Hardly scientific, is it?" This is the vaguely amused tone of the long jaded. Baedal science makes fools of us all. Quirin's expression grows momentarily distant as if some old thoughts have caught up with him. He soon shakes them off and regards his company with something akin to a grandfatherly concern that goes unspoken.

"We don't know much but we do know though, that there are things and occurrences enough out there to discourage in-depth exploration." It doesn't really stop people of course, but political climates and divine implications tend to quiet things but good. "Your interest in the fog is strictly the indulgence of a curious nature, or..?"