Cayde grinned again, if briefly. "Yep! I have heard they are not a thing to look forward to. Not your normal storms. Rain and thunder and lightning and winds, sure, but there's...something else to 'em." He gesticulated vaguely, wiggling fingers the way one always did when trying to explain the supernatural.

"Basic, that's what you call it? Hell, we just call it English. Unless we're all hearing something different. Actually there's a good question. How does a bunch of random people from different places understand each other so well and yet the ones who brought us in can hardly do so without some kind of confusion? You from Earth?"