Chiana stood outside, her stance - feet wide apart, head tilted to the side, swaying in place a little - a clear picture of perplexity, when it came to her. When she heard someone come close, she glanced at them before looking back at the stones with names on them. Fog was rolling in from a little way off, but she didn't pay it much attention; it was just fog, presumably. "What's all this about?" she asked, with a nod at the nearest name stone.