Shock wrote itself across the Seer's features, but it didn't root her in place.  Instead she grabbed the nearest thing that might be used to defend herself, or else dove for her knife, if there was nothing to hand.  That was two, now, that had defied her Sight, and relying on it as she did to help keep her safe, the girl was understandably anxious.  The newcomer was blinding, a power beyond any she'd ever encountered, or even imagined.  Ancient, and able to see right through her.  Amuné felt naked under his gaze, and she didn't like it.  Her instinctive reaction, pounded into her over years of torment, was one of fear.  The young Seer did not think this was someone she had any chance against.  Mae's reaction gave her pause, but she couldn't tell if it was respect or fear.

But the man -- Ketsuoana, apparently -- was overwhelming.  Her sensory web was blown away, tangles and all, and suddenly it was a simple matter to pull herself together, to reestablish a solid, steady pattern.  That, and the impressions she got from both him and Mae, made the girl think perhaps he did not mean her ill.  However she felt no tremors in future paths from him, nothing at all save for an impossible level of energy, and the two still scared her.  Amuné relaxed from her active combat stance, but she was still wary, and she didn't relinquish her weapon.  Instead she waited, watching with her pulse beating in her ears.  It was his move, and she wanted to see what he'd do.

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Cera didn't really like the hand on her head.  It was far too familial for her tastes, but she tolerated it well enough.  "Oh I know we will.  Or you will -- I guess it doesn't matter too much.  Bart, Zane...it's too late for it to do them any good.  But we won't stand back and watch."  A fierce smile, full of teeth, spread across her face.  "And if you're the one that gets Queenie, you give her one for me, yeah?"  She watched Cain leave before going to help the other staff with recovery.