[For all the tension in Sabriel's posture, for all that she keeps a grip on that shielding spell- her tone is neutral. Carefully controlled.]

Find something that doesn't fit. A detail in this place or the Ninth Precinct that doesn't match up with how you or I remember it.

[For all that everything about Sabriel's posture suggests she's about to burst into action, her movements are controlled, as she looks out to the stars and the endless expanse, looking for something that shouldn't be there, some deviation from her memories. Mist, perhaps, or waves on a surface that should be smooth as glass.

It's better than staring at corpses, at the ruins of a town that reminds her too much of the Old Kingdom.]