The remainder of Shane's blood was drained into a bowl, filling it up to the brim before Sydney dipped her fingers into the bowl's contents. An incantation was spoken as she expertly swirled the blood around until it began to move of its own accord, bubbling up to the edge that told Sydney she'd successfully reached him. "Busy, cousin?" Her voice is so low the excitement under it is obvious. "The correct answer would be a 'no'."