Mal scoffed quietly. She couldn't help herself. "Sounds simple enough, but look the collection of us." Gesturing broadly to the scattered group of people slogging through the sand, she raised her eyebrows. "We've got to communicate if we're going to pool our information, right? How would you organize this communication? It's not as though we're very well connected, or like each other, or have remotely similar experiences. What's the starting point?"

She had to admit a bit of shock at Re-l's admission. All of it was odd, but the discussion of her infertility struck Mal as uncomfortably personal. Not to mention completely out of Mal's area of expertise.

With an unusual amount of tact likely borne of discomfort, she averted her eyes from Re-l's face. "They pick up on strange details, apparently," was all she said.