[Serra Britt]

Feenai slowly dropped her connection to the Network, numbly taking in the scent of the sewer. "John.. are we really going to live through this? Dybbuk, sure... we could probably deal with them. The Emim and the Rephaim though? We can't fight those..." Feenai's eyes were already watering from the smell, and the fear of what was coming was very overwhelming.

Since her mental shields were already down, she briefly probed the minds of everyone here. The man who had been wounded before was still giving of waves of pain, even though it appeared that the gunshot wounds had been fully healed. The red haired girl had a shield so Feenai was unable to get much from her. The blind man seemed confident that everything would be fine. And her new friend, Jeanne...did not think she would die.

Emim give off a psychic fear... could it be affecting me? Feenai renewed the mental shields and immediately a small part of the fear dropped away; not all of it, but enough that she could at least stop panicking. I wonder if I could protect the other's minds, if it came down to it.