Amy wanders a little bit forward, seeing as the fog is doing that really annoying thing where it's making it hard to see, even from so close. She's not spooked so easily, but it's the kind of weather you sort of expect something to come creeping out at you, attacking when you least expect it -- it's not Amy's sort of weather, basically. "Mostly, as far as people say, you show up in the fountain," she offers, "and that's it. You don't leave out of it, you don't sort of just swim around in it unless you're stupid or stubborn, and it just sort of sits there untouched."

"I mean, who puts a fountain like this in towns anymore? You'd get better use out of a duck pond," she grumbles critically. It'd be a lot more shallow to drag herself out of too, but probably muddier.