Damascus glanced up from the pamphlets before her to offer Truce's inquiry a shrug. “Possibly, though fortune telling isn’t my area.” She nodded first to Gyges, then to Einstein. “Sure, I can help you get a look at them, though if Truce’s gonna poke the hornet's nest then I’ll extend the working so that it doesn’t cut out on him.”
The Shaman focused on the effect she desired of the supernal, the magic which allowed her to perceive and parley with ephemeral beings taking shape before her. Tweaking the imago slightly, the Shaman extended the effect beyond herself and onto first Crowley, then Truce.
She offered Parliament a small nod of acknowledgement as his feathered fractals formed before her, then eyed the pair she'd targeted with her will to see whether they would react to the sudden appearance of Mella’s scaled form upon her shoulder. “I can lend a hand with online searches if I can get to a computer, but perhaps I should go with Truce to the gallery and watch his back. I don’t really have any connections to call up for info, but I can shield him from any ephemeral attacker and help keep an eye out, two pairs of eyes and all that.”Cast Spirit Tongue on herself, then Crowley and then Truce
“If someone’s gonna talk to her, perhaps it should be another artist?” Did she really want to speak with the person who had painted… that? No. Would she? Yes, if it would help her Caballies. “Crowley, could you predict whether I'd come to any harm from conversing with the woman?”