A muffled whimper borne of abject dread crawled from Ianthe's throat, and she clapped her free hand, her right hand, over her mouth as she abruptly stumbled backwards -- as if recoiling from some horror visible only to her. But now, for the first time, she appeared to feel Toi's hands on her: she spun around in wide-eyed, adrenaline-fuelled fright, and brought up the telekinetic blade defensively, pressing it against Toi's throat to keep him at bay.<span style="color: teal">"Get off of me!"</span>she shrieked, her professional demeanor fully shattered by whatever she was "seeing," and leaving her a terror-stricken young woman.<br/><br/>Her hand shook; the telekinetic blade trembled; and for an instant it seemed she might sink the weapon into her companion. But,<span style="color: teal">"Toi?"</span>she rasped, blinked her eyes, shook her head, and instead of delivering a lethal strike<i>pushed</i>, with her mind, on whoever was grabbing her, sharply and away. She then scrambled backwards, trying to put distance and cover between herself and her "attacker," with confusion warring with panic in her expression and her eyes.<span style="color: teal">"K-keep back! Keep away from me! Don't come any closer!"</span><br/><br/><b>[ Telekinesis roll: 5 + Psi 17 = 23 ]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>