It wasn't bad work. Ruli crouched beneath a tree, first, his back toward Kire, until she had to walk around it to declare she'd found him. Without a word, he rose and vanished again, keeping his eyes on her as he moved away on foot, the terrain too abnormal for him to comfortably Walk repeatedly, but enough to put distance between them she couldn't trace by footprints. 

The second time, he'd been sitting in a grove in the rocks, the third, he'd climbed a tree. The fourth, he'd picked another bend in the rocks, hidden from view until she all but squeezed in to find him. 
So it worked. That was good news. 

"No." he said quietly. "Not unless I make it so. The mind is a tricky thing, though. If by 'other images', you're asking about something I haven't shared? No. I showed you a street across from a bakery. Your mind, after I sever the connection, may pull up your own images of a bakery. Or friends you spent time with. Your own memories. Is that what you saw?" Ruli asked, gazing steadily at her. "I didn't root around, if that is what you're trying to ask. I only shared."

He rubbed the back of his neck, finding an insect bite. Mosquito. Damn blood-suckers. "Do you think to wards and magic of the warehouse will intercept with this at all?"