A nod as she updates him. "Crisis over then," he hazards a guess. He glances at the mosaic again. True, there were still some things that needed returning to their former condition, but he doesn't count the remaining bits of Chaos-taint as a crisis. Annoyances that needed to be dealt with (by the Priestess, anyway), but nothing so urgent that it demanded anyone's immediate attention. The actual slag-hits-rotors stage wherein everyone panics seemed to be finished with; hence, crisis over.

Or rather, crisis over for now until next time. There was always a next time. You only have to look back through the last year or so's worth of history to see as much... but there's no need to tempt Murphy so soon after the latest round by saying as much out loud now, is there.

Optics still on the mosaic, Echoshift actually chuckles at what she says next. "'Bizarre's a good word to use, isn't it." His attention moves away from the mosaic and settles on her. The amusement remains. "Though if even you're still figuring stuff out, that does mean my cluelessness about all the supernatural mumbo-jumbo doesn't look so bad. Heh."

He doesn't seem to be about to ask her any specific questions, but she can probably pick up the lingering sense of curiosity nonetheless.