Susan laughs the same as Phillip, watching Quinn in acute shock. She's got a damn ugly mouth on her for such a sweet looking face, and Susan finds herself torn between wanting to slap her, and wanting to fuck her. It's the oddest combination and it leaves her stomach feeling rather hollow. Instead she turns her attention to Phillip, because he seems to be the most reasonable of the bunch, aside from Ha-Neul.
"I'm with you. I'm not about to go wandering around in the wilderness at this... presumed time of day- Evening? I suppose." She reaches for a drink, sipping and crossing her arms under her breasts, holding the glass against her jaw. "I'm really curious though, when this... host is going to arrive. Do you think it'll even be the same man we knew? Anderson?"