Quinn agreed with Milton on this point. "I like that idea, and fully support it. The evidence, circumstantial as it is, certainly supports that the Master is witch and not Kindred, and that is a bridge we will have to cross when we come to it if that turns out to be a fact through Angela." Her Grace would need to be informed immediately if that was the case. That was above her pay grade so to speak.
To the Priscus she shook her head. "No. I cannot. When you give the signal, I can read your mind, or your thought so you can tell me things without anyone else being aware, and can then tap the others mind to relay things, and so on and so forth. It is highly useful, but does have its limits. Just like all of our gifts." She nodded a bit. "I know, that's the only thing that makes me hesitate here. Even the hacking programs I have, the speed of the connection here, and the quality of my lap top only cuts so many corners...." She shrugged a bit. "Perhaps just the fact that we know of her existence, would be enough..."
To Mable Quinn chuckled. "Church was epic in Pet Cemetery. I never looked at Russian Blue Cats the same way again!" She nodded to the rest. "I wonder what he promised Kindred like Angela to help him in this venture...this 'Master.'" She paused again and shook her head. "Do not use claws. It is to easy to expire her when she is this weak already."