Marcella

Marc inhaled as she felt a part of her consciousness slither into the mind of the woman - like sticking her hand into a jar within which was a pillow to suppress beneath her strength. Whoever the woman was, she was no longer in control as her mind was compressed and Marcella's will filled itself into the mental gap left behind, seizing control of the apparatus of the womans nervous system and compelling her forward again to silently follow the acolytes down a side alley, and then around a corner into a backstreet, all safe from view as the towering, ornately decorated buildings around them stood silently.

"Frisk her..." Marcella offered quietly to anyone who wished to do so, the presence of a pram not swaying the psyker much as the lines on the womans face marked her as too old for offspring anyway.

Wasting no time, the telepath willed the woman to come into their purview, where she took off her thin-skinned, black glove and pressed her bare palm against her forehead and her fingers against her scalp, like an grasping spider - her consciousness pouring through to drill even deeper to reveal what secrets this agent knew...