"Anything aside from the thunder and lightning?!" Cissel asked. She was already having her own suspicions. She had seen the flicker of genuine alarm in John's eyes the moment the fog changed colour. While the thunder was deafening, something told her there were far more stressful issues than just a brown thunderstorm!
"Do you think," John began, choosing his words carefully to guide their expectations, "that in the middle of all this, if there is a machine squad or wandering monster groups trapped inside the fog, wouldn't they be pushed toward the only safe area? Toward us?"
"What do you mean?!" Luke turned his head sharply, scanning the fogline as if expecting a legion of D-1000s to march out of the haze. "Are there any machines even left in this sector?"
"I'm just saying," John shrugged, but his casual attitude didn't fool anyone. If there was someone who could sniff out dangers and opportunities before they manifested, it was John.
