Deteca walked into the room, raising an eyebrow. "Nice job getting it on the second try," she said quietly to the young boy, then turned away. Despite her smile to him and her worry over the situation - because if all of TUBA was being called in, it must be a situation indeed - her eyes showed no emotion. She hid her fear like this, as she knew those in charge must, and she was very frightened after last night. She remembered his words. She remembered the other's smirk. She remembered her frantic words through a spanreed. She remembered the blank page that had stared up at her then, while she waited. And kept waiting. And woke up suddenly in the chair she'd unwillingly fallen asleep in, still waiting for a message, a word, anything to appear on that blank page.
She closed her eyes for a count of five and opened them again, walking deliberately past TUBAists as they entered. Which bakery was this again? She'd spent much too long away from her guild these last years, but it had had to be done. She was here now; it would be enough.
Smiling at those she passed in an attempt to calm the tense room, she reached Sudiov, who was staring at the wall in a vaguely panicked way. She slowed as she neared him, wishing she knew his motivation for approaching TUBA for help. How much influence did the Dark Alley's leader have over a separated piece of his power, sapient or not? And Voidmaking - that was something Deteca didn't even want to think about. The ability to neutralize Investiture in seconds like that was unnatural. She told herself to trust Sudiov, though, and spoke. "What's happening? Is it Voidus?"