The harpoon hit the surface and then skidded along it, turned immediately from where it meant to reach and curving in the other way. He felt the jolt straight through his arm and managed to stop himself before he hit the strange translucent sphere, skidding to a halt.

He blinked, frowning slightly as he looked at it, the harpoon lowering as he reached out to touch it with his free hand - just the barest brush of finger tips. Tiny little white notes were appearing - a mass of them near her hand and arm, the rest around the sphere.