There was a brief, edged moment when Sato eyed the syringe with something entirely unreadable in her eyes. It passed. She nodded. "Lead on."
The trick to being invisible, the Baku reflected, following her pale guide, is no trick at all. To been unseen, one simply had to be unnoticed. It didn't mean hiding or disguises, or fear; instead, Sato had perfected the art of invisibility through the application of sheer, unbridled confidence. Regardless of where she was, she walked as if owning every right to be there. The difficult part was pulling it off by avoiding arrogance without sacrificing surety. Luckily, centuries of practice went a long way in improving one's chances.
When the ICU floated into view, she reached out and put a hand on Nergal's arm.
"I need him whole," was all she said, before again falling back into the god's shadow.