Nina reaches over and lays a hand on Pam's arm, touch gentle. Gentler, even, than she would normally make it, because absent her gifts, she can only judge the damage done to the woman with the evidence of her eyes.

There's a part of her that wants to squeeze, to shake and swear and exact some retribution for the chaos she's witnessed. The chaos her own life has been thrown into. If she doesn't, it's as much discipline as it is empathy.

"How so? The artifacts couldn't have spread this far yet - how's their pain your fault?"