"I don't need your Sight, I need your magic," although she figured his Sight would help as well. She squeezed Alex's hands, not minding the cuts herself. Pain, in this instance, would help her focus. It would be good. "Careful," she murmured as he noticed the murky spots, "Places charmed against scryers. You might notice a really big blob where the Vatican should be." And it was almost like it wouldn't let your eyes linger on it for too long. "We don't know if he's in one of these blobs - he might not. First, we need to find his energy, maybe his magic. Then, we poke it with a psychic stick. Focus..."