She shifted a little, made a noise of slight irritation. That wasn't important right now. She didn't want to think about any of that right now. (But it was important, it did matter. She couldn't just shut out the world.)

"They're making their move, aren't they?" It tastes bad in her mouth, sour and difficult. Vulcanus making their move - it's going to be nothing but bad, she's sure of that.