"You're allowed one blood crack, so that's it," she told him, but Lo allowed a small smile to pass over her face before returning to her serious stance and sitting across from him, back as straight as a rod.
"There's a man in there, named Isaac Kettering - a muggle witchfinder. We have a mental connection - anything he sees, thinks, knows... I'll know it immediately." She paused then before adding in explanation, "I bit him when he attacked us." And as if to prove that, Lo lifted her shirt to show the scar on her side from where he had stabbed her, not too far from what was obviously another scar from an old bullet wound.
"He's only one man, of course, but he's been moving a lot. Finding people who need help, mainly. I can't see anything but what he sees, but it seems like more than what you know at the moment." She frowned and smoothed her shirt back down over her stomach, "Would that be of use to you?"