Irina offered a pointy-toothed smile to the man during the introductions, and used the time to appraise him from close-up. Her nostrils flared slightly, then she turned to see what else there was to notice, and what someone else might miss.<br/><br/>Apart from the man-eating hole in the ground and the fact workers were killed in unsavory ways, probably by whatever they found. Just like summer camp in New England! She grinned and jumped down from the seat, then grabbed a random, handbag-size, scientifically appearing instrument from the heap Willard had secured on the jeep, and tinkered with it until it made a bleep. One has to look the part of a scientific ass-istant, right?<br/><br/>"Miskatonic sounds right, though, if we consider our employer." Her heavy Slavic accent mangled the words, as usual. "Do we expect more trouble? Or should I ask... What kind of trouble do we expect?"