She had seen strange things and heard confusing reports of other worlds, but this was the first that such things mixed. Spores, it was an odd word for something that was supposed to be dangerous. Two men were ill because of something called "spores". It was hard to take it seriously. But given everyone's response to the message, she knew she should.

Owen's look of surprise wasn't out of place. Everyone shared that look at one time or another. The sudden meeting of different worlds, the lack of knowledge and common ground. He at least didn't call her an idiot or something of that sort. All she could offer was a serious expression to show she wasn't jesting.

"The plants released something that infected them?" She asked, making certain she had this right. "If it's so easy to breathe in, how do you know we haven't already? We don't even know what plant caused this. Maybe the spore is only deadly when the Observers want it to be?" Nothing happened by random happenstance. It was a game to them, a test of some sort they had to pass.

"What do you think will happen to them? The ones chosen, if they go on that journey?"