Man, Dorcharcht. That was another headache that Shinjiro hadn't thought of, since he'd kept himself out of that whole mess. He vaguely knew that they had brought people back with them, but not any specifics. He finally gives up looking for a stick knocked down by a storm or something and approaches one of the thin trees by the sidewalk.

"Man, shit. They're in for a hell of a time. Especially since I bet they don't got any bonds." He doesn't sound too personally concerned about it, though. Just because.. well... that's not his problem. He's not taking any responsibility for that whole mess.

"The fog's new, so I'd say that's pretty likely." A pause, and he reaches up to curl both paws over one of the thin branches, tugging them towards himself. And, of course, it bends easily enough, but doesn't snap. He'll just... keep working at that. Tugging it towards himself, putting a foot on the trunk of the tree for leverage.

"Probably some seasonal bullshit no one told us about. Makes it kick in early or something. You had any weirdness going on?" Because Toby certainly looks cohesive enough. All her parts look like they make sense with each other, at least, to Shinjiro's limited understanding.