[She frowns, considering his words.]


[She takes a deep breath, lets it out slow. Shuts her eyes. Tries not to think about shutting her eyes and being distracted when Angie is Right There. Tries to relax so she can better feel what she's doing.]

[She tries to imagine energy creeping through the pool like a winter draft through a gap through a cracked window. Slow. Spreading. Calming. Slowing. Constricting. Tries to coax it into a lower state of existence.]