[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

Morgana stared blankly at the android, waiting for her to say something else or to reveal the real plan to them. She continued to stare even after Amanda had turned away and began walking towards the other house with Michael; it was a few seconds after that that Morgana realised that Amanda had not, in fact, been telling a joke.

[color=c4df9b]“Excuse me?”[/color]

No, she was serious? She wanted Morgana to try and manually disarm traps and explosives that she knew [i]nothing about[/i]? Who exactly did this team think she was? She was a researcher, a lab rat, a scholar; a few days ago she had been cooped up inside a library reading research papers on the Rigidity of Gender Norms in Scandinavian Magic Systems, not hunting down terrorist organisations. She was not, and never had been, a field agent and she was certainly not a bomb disposal expert.

Turning her head, Morgana looked at the trap-laden house she was tasked with disarming and decided she did not much like the thought of dying inside of it. The door was still open and Morgana approached it; instead of walking inside she instead stopped at the wall next to it and used her hand to wipe away at the dust and dirt to make a clean spot she could work with. She would not be passing that threshold, no matter what Amanda or anyone else said, but maybe she could do something to make a safe path through the traps a little more evident.

She wore her gloves again and with her left hand she traced a sigil on the back of her right, activating yet another hidden circuit that caused the tip of her index finger to begin to glow. Pressing her finger to the wall of the house Morgana drew a perfect circle on the space next to the door, her finger leaving a trail of light like incandescent ink in its wake. Working quickly she filled in a pattern, circles within circles and shapes within shapes, the spaces in between filling up with words and symbols over time as she created a formula half from memory and half from scratch. It would take her about five minutes, maybe ten, to complete the design but when she was done her magic would fill the house and highlight the passage of people; their footsteps, their hand prints, any contact between a living being and the contents of the house would be illuminated like a heat map. The traps would still be there, they would still be hidden, but perhaps this would let them navigate the building as safely as its usual occupants did.

[@Martian][@Kumbaris]