Beth stood just inside the door, listening to the bits and pieces they had on Gordon pass around. It wasn't nearly enough. They moved forward too slowly, and their leads were too ambiguous; she felt like slamming her head against the wall. One thing became clear, however: if they wanted to get to Nemsemet, they needed to get to Gordon first. In the very least, going after Rikker got them that much.

She watched the vampire move and caught sight of Parael hovering an inch or so off the floor when she turned her head back. Beth stepped forward, tried to manipulate the kinetic energy around him, to bring him back to earth or just to figure out what what happening, but found it impossible. Whatever lifted him, and whatever began to shrink him, it was far beyond her abilities. 

Unprepared for the sounds of agony that came forth next, she stepped back and flickered into intangibility. 

"You make a cute kid, at least," she muttered after the initial shock passed. Her face remained pinched by a frown despite her tone. His tantrum might have been adorable if she didn't know better. The onesie was definitely going to make it difficult to take Parry seriously, but it helped. 

Once he and Tony left the room, Beth glanced at the rest of them, and followed. "I know some folks we might be able to pull more information from." It was her niche, how she put herself back on the map after death. She might not know much about Charles Gordon, but she had contacts in every corner, dead and alive and some undefined. "You and the girl, and whoever else you might need, find out what our dear Count kept so guarded." She didn't have to tell him to scout the place first, yet she couldn't help feeling the need to give the warning. She tried not to think about why that might be. "If Rikive sees fit, I'll do what I can on the Gordon front. I've a feeling Autumn might be useful there, too."

She looked back towards the others. Separating them increased their vulnerability, but sticking together wherever they went made them one fat target, and the faster they worked, the better. She itched to get outside and do something.