She lets Sand guide her, seems she had a few tricks up her sleeve.
Burning plastic. Never a pleasant smell, and her nose crinkles at the odor.
Then the name! Her heart beats a little faster, the Spirit she spoke with before mentioned the name! Eyes immediately look at the Spirit.
But what was the sound? Her mind tugs at her to pay attention to that, investigate it.
No.
Shaking her head, she focuses on what was in front of her. Whatever was coming could be dealt with. At least she hoped it could be dealt with. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, but if she had to, to get the answers, then so be it.
Tuesday speaks, and the Shaman nods,
“What my friend speaks is the truth.” She says, voice soft, “But I also seek audience with Silent Metal Vortex, I have questions that they can answer.” Yeah, she had repeated that name over and over in her head since hearing it. Making sure she would not forget it, “I was told they were the ones I must seek. So here I am." arms held at her sides, welcoming direction of whatever the Spirit wanted to throw at her, "Can you direct us to the right path? Or tell me what I must do to be granted an audience?”