The air itself seemed to bear the scars of what had befallen the Academy, the smell of brick dust and burning. Looking out over the scene she saw emergency services carefully and methodically working and then the emerging graduates, more frantic in their movements. Kat held back though, not immediately jumping into the fray. It was clear the number of survivors was minimal and having half the alumni scrabbling about could only cause more harm than help.

Watching as a number of survivors began to be pulled from the rubble she identified the faces of before. They had changed, matured, five years meant more here than it did to her. Though she supposed she would look different to them too, even her change in wardrobe could possibly be dramatic enough. Her dress was beautiful in its simplicity, and could almost be called conservative if not for the slit to her thigh, with a band of gold at her waist. Black seemed fitting.

With the slightest movement of her hand a faint halo of gold surrounded the area before disappearing again. [i]No Asgardian magic.[/i] This was not the work of her kin; there would have been no reason or motivation but it had not stopped them in the past. It had only been the smallest possibility but it settled that fear, though answered no questions, namely who could have done such a thing.