Stacia winces under the onslaught of memories flickering off of both Mackenzie and Ace. Ace's in particular result in their reflections from Stacia's memories -- a flash of lying on the floor, helpless and terrified and in agony, the scent of blood and burnt meat in her nose, wondering where her parents are, were they home when the invaders came? Another flash, watching a pack of Garou tear each other apart and knowing she's responsible and not regretting an ounce of the pain she's inflicted on them.

She tries to shake it off.

"I don't know if we have time for that," she says. "We're going to have to-- hang on."

She's gotten so used to not having her Gifts that she hasn't even checked. But she thinks she might feel a stirring in a place that's been numbed since she woke up on the Rig.

"I might be able to direct her! Point her toward the trees!"