[She lifted a brow to all that, but listened carefully. Stretching as he spoke, she moved in the end to take a seat on the bench, hands curled over the edge and looking over at him when he was done talking.]

I have heard of the dancing plague, actually. How interesting.

[She rolled her fingers a moment on the wooden bench, then frowned.] If this is a shared delusion via fungi or plant or something, why are we all here at the same time, but come at different times? In long inter-volts. It seems about monthly someone new is here. But there are some people here who have been here for years.