Friday Night - The Miskatonic Camp
Christine emerges from the tent a short while later, pulling on a battered leather jacket, evidently once James' and better suited to his physique than her own, helping herself to a coffee.
"Morning everyone." She begins, and after a few sips of coffee, strong enough to fly her to the moon, she continues, now in a better place to engage everyone a little more socially at any rate. "What are we focusing on?" She asks, and at James' announcement she turns to him. "What? Is she OK?" Hoping that she's well, but the events surrounding the Rhodes' has her on edge, anything could happen to anyone it seemed, although the mention of his Mother specifically sends a shiver down her spine. "No more mention of mothers..." she wishes silently to herself. "The obsessional one here is quite enough."