She saw the flashes of distant places, the bits of battles, and...a friend?  A rival?  It wasn’t clear.  But none of that was significant, none of it told her what kind of person he was.  Some of what she saw burned, like drinking tea before it had a chance to cool.  Amuné shook her head to clear it, and frowned.  There was something dark there, after all -- perhaps she shouldn’t trust Mouse.  But then the demon sent him flying, and she realized she’d misjudged the source.  Next to her, Jareth yelped in surprise, falling back several steps and looking around to see if there were others.  The Seer had dropped the handle of her bag and now stood ready to fight, her knife in her hand.  But there was no need; Mouse handled the demon, turning it into dust.

It was a moment before she could finish processing what he’d just done, and slid the knife away.  “What the heck did you do to him?”  Jareth was trying, without much success, to keep from goggling at Mouse.
“...Actually, I’m rather curious about that myself,” Amuné admitted, watching their escort as she retrieved her suitcase.  I’ve not seen many attacks able to do that, not without needing time to prepare.”  She heaved it up so she could get it down the stairs better and she and her friend descended after Mouse into the subway.

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