"Oh my god, yes."

Not that Stacia hasn't left her warm cozy home to sit in a few storms; it goes with the territory when you pick Grandfather Thunder as the big spirit that's going to vouch for you. She's just less dramatic about it than, say, the guy who takes his shirt off and yells back at the clouds. She takes a moment to feel fiercely homesick herself, then moves it to the side.

"All right, let's see if we can't find more people, shall we?"