"Worrying is just fine." Fynn states before taking a generous sip of his coffee. It's hazelnut with a hint of vanilla, his favorite. He made sure that the barista went easy on the sugar for the both of them. The creamers alone are sweet enough on their own. Sugar would just be overkill at this point. "I think all of us should be rather damn concerned about what's going on. The other day, this poor girl lost her eye." He grumbles under his breath as he recalls the entire incident.

"And now Barnes loses his name arm?" Fynn sighs. "It's becoming more and more apparent that these changes we're experiencing are becoming more dramatic. That means we're inbound for a complete disaster." A disaster none of them are quite ready to cope with yet.