Ianthe didn't seem to register Neymi's flight, or Darion's puzzlement, or even Toi's squeeze of her arm: she kept right on looking down the maintenance tunnel, though her expression gradually shifted from delight to mounting horror.<span style="color: teal">"Cat?"</span>she said, her voice a frightened whisper.<span style="color: teal">"What's... what's all that blood, Cat? What was that noise?"</span><br/><br/>She didn't so much fight Toi's attempt to guide her back to the group as ignore it: when she pulled away from him and started to creep forward, it had more the character of reacting to something she was perceiving than resisting Toi's efforts. A blue-white blade of telekinetic energy coalesced in her left hand, behind her back, as she took a step, then another, moving into the nearby darkness as if to confront something terrible. Her voice crept up in volume, and grew more accusatory towards the phantom that had apparently distressed her so, as she advanced.<span style="color: teal"><i>"What did you do?"</i></span>she half-screamed, half-demanded.<br/><br/><b>[Activating: Psionic Weaponry]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>