And she was right. It was disorienting. In a flash, an instant, they were standing in an alley. Letha's vision was cloudy at first, and her head felt full of cotton. She staggered, but braced herself by reaching out for Wessex's shoulder. She took in a deep, gasping breath, even though she didn't have to. Her body still, at this point, did a lot of things out of memory and instinct than actual need. Letha blinked away the fuzziness, and looked up to the other woman with wide eyes. She could feel her body scanning for anything that was wrong, a small sense of alarm triggering it.
"What was...that?" She asked, her statement broad. She wasn't sure where to start: why was the Wraith breaking into the bookshop, what did she want to know, why was the information important, was that an upgrade that gave her that ability, the list of questions only grew.
