Dora walks past, cloak off one shoulder (showing her lack of any clothing taboos), a bemused expression on her unfocused face as she traces the magical emanations to their sources.  She glances at Randal, saying softly, "I do not believe we missed any, but should I shift into a tracking form to be certain?"<br/><br/>She blinks, and nods to the gaggle of girls.  "Oh, hello!"