[Something cold and squirmy slides along her spine in the wake of Claude's last statement-- he doesn't need to finish that thought off in words. His meaning catches hard against her mind, and she grimaces.]

Fuck, man. We've gotta get our shit together and figure something out. We can't just let people keep dying down here.

[The Abraxan natives, the other Summoned, and of course not themselves if they can help it. She'll fight her fucking ass off if it means keeping as many people alive as she possibly, humanly can. Reaching to pick up a long and broken shard of bone - possibly femur, it's hard to tell in its current state - and begins poking tentatively at any gaps and nooks she can see in the alter.]

Not least because I really wanna get a peek at that sword. And your bow. I haven't been able to access the Horizon since we woke up here.

[She goes on pressing and jabbing, not minding admitting this failing to her friend. She knows others have been struggling with it too, and for her? Meditation has never come easy, anyway. Sliding into the headspace needed to enter the Horizon has just felt beyond her, down here. She can't keep the focus.

She's still pressing and prodding, when abruptly a little nook she'd been pushing the bone into makes a soft but definite click.]

Did you hear that?