Frogspawn Swamp I was the lightning before the thunder

The girl accepted, though hesitantly, but then proceeded to shake herself.  The spray caught Rosalyn across her face and shoulders, and her expression went -_- for a moment before she recovered and chuckled good-naturedly.  "Nasty out there, eh? It isn't a whole lot better down here, but least the rain's less.  What are you doin ghostin about a swamp?" She asked, unknowingly using the very term she'd applied to herself only a few moments before.  It was accurate though... she'd basically materialized from the gloom after all.