"Almost never, but its absence is particularly flagrant in this case."

Cecil most certainly shouldn't be looking away from the water to face the newcomer, yet here he is. He clothes are as drenched as Annie's, his hair is clinging to his neck and his makeup is running, but he's beaming and he otherwise acts as if they're simply having a casual chat on a sidewalk.

"After all, Mist here-" The Altaria trills in greeting. "-knows Twister. Should that not suffice to clear some of the fog that surrounds us, if not as efficiently as Defog would?"