It had been a relief to cross back into the material world. She was all but certain that the Idigam had sent its forces in pursuit of them after the binding. And, quite frankly, she wasn't all that easy to find out what it could all bring to bear. And though she was fairly certain it'd have more problem finding them after returning to the material world she wasn't about to chance things and have them all cluster at one of their usual locations. They'd have to gather later.
So a few days afterwards she put the word out to have them all meet at the warehouse. Now it was time to see if the two occult-minded members of their pack could communicate with the spirit bound in the fetish. And at least their locomotive guard-spirit might be able to give them a heads up if some sort of ambush tried to come through the other side.
She showed up early of course. Dressed in relatively simple, paint-stained clothing as she applied a fresh coat to a section of the old locomotive freshly scoured of rust. A good way to pass the time, and ease her nerves, as she waited for the rest to arrive.