In one moment, Nisha simply listens. Tries to match the words with what they know, eyes focused on a random spot filled with nothing but thin air.
In the next, her muscles tense up without prior warning, her head turns suddenly towards the window in the back. Not like there's answers to be found, likely; but it's pretty much the only direction where anything can be seen at all.
"Something's amiss." Her voice is sharp, on edge, wary; she interrupts the discussion without hesitation. And it's more than just words. It's a thought as well, ringing out to connected minds. Dreamy, right there. Others, farther away. A warning, for them, that whoever is at fault seems to make a move. Now. Not good. Not good at all.
It'd be easy to escape, of course. Teleport out. Survive. Could even bring those nearby with her. And then? The two drivers, left to their fate. Nothing new, just back to where they just came from. She can do better, right? She's not alone, this time. The League wasn't founded to run away, was it? So Nisha acts instead. Tries to grab Harry by his shoulder, pull him towards her. He's the target, she reckons. Better to keep him safe. Best to have him nearby, then. She whispers words. Shadows gather from nowhere, begin to surround her like a protective shell. All thoughts to avoid attracting attention - forgotten. Only three other people here. All of them might rely on her to survive. Fine by her. That is why she studied page after page, right? Right.
She takes a deep breath. Then she braces herself for an impact - or whatever else might ruin this fine day.
In the next, her muscles tense up without prior warning, her head turns suddenly towards the window in the back. Not like there's answers to be found, likely; but it's pretty much the only direction where anything can be seen at all.
"Something's amiss." Her voice is sharp, on edge, wary; she interrupts the discussion without hesitation. And it's more than just words. It's a thought as well, ringing out to connected minds. Dreamy, right there. Others, farther away. A warning, for them, that whoever is at fault seems to make a move. Now. Not good. Not good at all.
It'd be easy to escape, of course. Teleport out. Survive. Could even bring those nearby with her. And then? The two drivers, left to their fate. Nothing new, just back to where they just came from. She can do better, right? She's not alone, this time. The League wasn't founded to run away, was it? So Nisha acts instead. Tries to grab Harry by his shoulder, pull him towards her. He's the target, she reckons. Better to keep him safe. Best to have him nearby, then. She whispers words. Shadows gather from nowhere, begin to surround her like a protective shell. All thoughts to avoid attracting attention - forgotten. Only three other people here. All of them might rely on her to survive. Fine by her. That is why she studied page after page, right? Right.
She takes a deep breath. Then she braces herself for an impact - or whatever else might ruin this fine day.
So - I'd like Nisha to warn the others, pull Harry towards her, and activate her defenses; Mystic Force Field. In that order of priority. I have no clue how much of that is possible, but you'll probably let me know, right?