Giselle silently watches out of the window, the side of her head in her hand as her elbow rests on the door as Kyle drives out.  She does offer a silent smile at his words, but looks to him when he asks what was on her mind.  She sat up straight and looked at the dashboard, and shrugs mentally since there was no real point to hide anything from him and besides, she liked him and trusted him enough to share her concerns about her family.  Digging her mirror she had used earlier that day, she goes into why she was so worried.  "Something's happened to David and Seth.  We've always been connected in some strange way that has puzzled everyone that knows us well enough.  The twins share the connection far better than I do to them, but regardless, I feel in my heart they ran into trouble and I have no idea what except it felt like being swept up in cold and wetness.  The best I can think of is that their ship was in a storm, and if that's the case then I fear they might have been lost at sea.  This mirror I used before isn't working now, not even a white fog will appear in its depths when I try to make a connection, which means the two they had are broken and lost."<br/><br/>She put it away, hoping she was wrong as they stopped a few minutes later.  No news was better than bad news, but Giselle couldn't help but worry anyway as she looked to Kyle, her brown eyes reflecting her inner torment.  "I don't know what to do.  I haven't felt like this in a very long time.  If you have any ideas I'd be glad to hear them."  She replied, honestly wondering if staying here and practicing another weapon art was a good idea, and she was half tempted to jump out of the Jeep and head to the nearest port.  That wouldn't do her any good though since she'd be a long time in getting there most likely, and she couldn't drive there since she didn't have a clue how to do so safely, but the thought was tempting all the same.