<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #008040"><div style="text-align: center;">Tessa</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>"Yeah, we should definitely limit what you say," Tessa said halfway under her breath. She was frustrated with David, and with the whole situation. They had no training and no idea what they were involved in. They literally had been thrown into the deep end of all of this.<br/><br/>She looked at her hands when David asked about the electricity thing in the market. How could she explain that she felt the electricity pulsing around her? That this world that was part magic and part insane technology thrummed with it and she had somehow tapped into it and directed it at the guy. She bit her lip and was about to talk when they were interrupted by yet another disembodied voice. It was weird to think she was getting used to it.<br/><br/>"I think that was the ...guy we're looking for." She didn't feel like it was safe to say he was a law. The whole purpose of being here was to find him and protect him from ...from what? The same things that had tried to kill them before. Her in the subway. An incident that felt both only moments ago and years ago. "So we need to find Juliet Brennen and then him through her?" If she was an Oracle that meant she probably could see the future. Or it could be some completely other skill that she had and the group of 'cosmonauts' or whatever they were called her that for fun. Tessa rubbed at her temples, she could feel the electricity in her fingertips just under the skin, an odd sensation.<br/><br/>She was going to start talking again when the door opened a strikingly beautiful woman stood before them. Behind her two heavily built men. Tessa assumed her bodyguards, but her brain didn't spend much effort looking at them.  Her jaw dropped as she looked at the woman. Tessa was certain that if asked in the future she would only be able to vaguely describe the woman, but she did try to soak in as much of her features as she could.<br/><br/>The woman's hair was a light brown, almost blonde color, with soft curls that reached to her mid-back. It was pulled back from her face and pinned with something reminiscent of Chinese hair sticks. Her eyes were a brilliant green, Tessa was almost certain they glowed. She had olive skin that might have touched the sunlight but had never been burned. Tessa took all of this in before anyone spoke.<br/><br/>"I am Mrs. Field." The woman said. "I understand you are refugees in need of placement."