As soon as the doors were open and she saw the angry Medena, she whipped her phone out to see what the app had to say about her.

Nothing. Couldn't find a match. With a frown, she typed a quick message to Mal Jack and sent him the picture, a note that he was missing one.

But she didn't have too much time to spare for that, shoving the phone back into her pocket as soon as the others got into a tizzy about Medena. She set a firm hand against Benedict's shoulder blade, channeling the power of ice to him, giving him the ability to focus better and cast faster. It was different from her passive buff, greatly reducing a spell's cast time in exchange for incurring part of the mana cost herself.

"Either somebody fight 'er or talk to 'er, I don't care which."