[b]Redana![/b]

Beautiful has by this point improvised a walking stick out of a section of piping torn from a wall. She gets unsteadily to her feet and starts limping. "I can find her!" she said. "But you'll need to tell me more about her. I don't hunt using senses, I hunt using data - so tell me everything you can about Bella. Small details, big ones, build me a complete picture."

[b]Alexa![/b]

Iskarot is, fortunately, predictable: he is with his engines.

It's a hive of activity. Yellow robes and invisible faces everywhere. Specters pulling levers and adjusting pipes and marking records in spiral-bound notebooks. And as you rush into the center of this hive of activity you realize with a start the purpose of the Hermetic robes. Picking Iskarot out of this crowd is almost impossible. The flow of anonymous figures and their incomprehensible engineering work is a veil of anonymity. The Order of Hermes, when threatened, vanishes into an opaque mass.

But there's also an unbearable tension running through these movements. There is a predator moving through this sea of anonymous faces, an imposter among us, and right now everyone is doing their best to seem as normal as possible while waiting on terrified edge for someone to step out of character.

[b]Bella![/b]

Prion Paula smiles and signs the empty wineglass with lipstick. Swooshes and swirls and passion, rendering the Kanji almost unreadable! She flicks the symbol with a flicker of light from a UV pen that makes it solidify like paint, rendering it immune to smudges, and seals it with a kiss just below the lip of the glass before sliding it back across the table.