Olivia sips at her coffee, listening with interest, nodding her head slightly to show she's following along well enough. "Makes sense." As much as she expects anything to make sense these days. "So nobody really knows what's out there in the fog?"

It seems like a superstitious notion, an antiquated hold-over from another time - things lurking in the fog. The human imagination is always so much worse than the reality in 'Liv's experience, but even back home she's seen the bleed from imagination to reality.