Footsteps. A different sort of footstep. Not the echoes in her visions but something real. One of her guests had arrived. The large and extremely flawed sapphire ball was likely the only thing of potential interest on her table, the only object of actual power - and even that was more of an augment than anything else. Automatically, her fingers curled around Kennet's hand as soon as she felt it. As his energy was sent into her, her grip became what would've been crushing for a normal man as her muscles contract in reaction to the burn. Tears sprang up in the far corners of her eyes, falling freely though they were hardly a concern.
With his energy, the city split into two - the modern and the ancient, overlapping and so, so loud. Focus, she thought, making it almost a mantra, not realizing she had started repeating the word out loud at some point, "Focus." Kennet was quite a bit more than the sledgehammer she had requested but breaking through the mist was nothing now. "Can you help me guide it? And you're so..." she trailed off for a moment, "I heard him but I lost him - Merrick..."