Bast smiles thinly and nods at Haste. "All we can do is the best we can do," she quietly said. "And we can't do much for anyone if we don't save our own skins by completing this mission."<br/><br/>She steps forward as Haste mentions a trick up her sleeve, her smile slowly warming. "Actually, I might, but I'll need the rest of you to watch carefully. With any luck, I'm going to create an image of the last person to use the keypad. It will probably look like a ghost."<br/><br/>For this, she kneels in the hallway, bowing her head, envisioning the altar, the lamps with their fragrant oils, the harsh incense for the dead. Her lips move without sound, but she hears a chanting in her thoughts, a plea to Anubis to reveal what the ka of the last person to activate the door had moved the body to do, promising offerings of myrrh if he would aid them.