[Yellow Zone Offices]

"Looking for someone named Trick?", the figure replies, her (?) voice quiet and rasping, probably the result of some sort of damage to her throat - which, if the injuries were also disfiguring, would explain why she's wearing the cloak and looking for a mage.

[Grey Zone Apartment Complex]

Sarah steps forward and taps her shoulder much sooner this time, concerned surprise mixed with a bit of apologetic regret flowing through the bond, not sure what happened here, but not wanting anything troublesome to happen either way; whatever's going on doesn't seem normal for her or necessarily healthy, and she wants to be quire sure she has a safe margin this time, especially since she suspects she'll have to tap at her and speak several times to actually get her to stop feeding with this one.