Em felt clearer, more focused, the feel of his hand around hers helping keep her grounded in the now. It didn't do much for her fear, though. If only she had pictures, she could show him who to look out for. They did need to get out of there, but Jag had to understand first. "They might be. Depends on who. There's a blond guy, Cortez, whatever happens, don't let him touch you." Or me. "He cranks powers up to eleven, and you can't control it. It would be bad."