"As long as only the good ones come back," he muttered, mostly to himself but his voice was deep enough that it sort of resonated when ever he spoke even if there was open air. "I think the first ones went overboard at least. But not the rest. This is getting fucking ridiculous."
He gave her a sort of dark look as he went to lean on the railing, feeling awkward just sort of standing about, "Triangle gods? Really?" Although he had to admit his head was feeling a lot better today. None of the throbbing or dizziness. And the lack of random nausea was nice.