Convergence

Fr. Echeverría
Rosa walks with Pan as far as the sidewalk after the end of the day's second Mass, squinting into the afternoon sun and tucking her arms around her ribcage. Normally she would accept his invitation to come inside for tea but she knows that girl who cleaned out the basement in record time, who Padre Echeverría has had sorting through sheet music for the last two days, is staying upstairs. Someone is mowing their lawn in the distance and the nursery school kids shriek and laugh behind them. The priest wears his sunglasses and towers over his secretary.
"I know," anyone within earshot can hear him say.
His earshot is closer than Rosa's.
"No me digas 'I know,'" she says. "Le prometí a Ruth que yo--"
Whatever he says to her next is said low and with his hand on her shoulder. She does not shrug him off but she does roll her eyes and scoff before reminding him the deacon is out of town and he has to be back for Mass tonight. They hug but as she walks back inside the secretary looks no less perturbed.
Pan waits on the sidewalk while a small caravan of cars slides down the residential street and then crosses to the lot where the rectory house stands.

Shoshannah
'That girl' is indeed staying upstairs, and as Rosa avoids her so she tends to avoid Rosa; it's not really much more comfortable for Shoshannah to be around most people (people who point and ward, who cross streets to get away from her, who strike up awkward and often inappropriate conversations at inopportune times) than it is for them to be around her.  No one enjoys being looked at like a bad seed, one imagines, regardless of how indifferent the behavior.
It's not until Rosa heads back to the church and Pan crosses the street that Shoshannah steps outside.
"Hey.  My paper cuts have paper cuts, so I'm taking a break.  Can we get some ice cream?"  She is a teenager, after all, and however much having sudden parental rules from someone who isn't her parent may chafe sometimes, there's also . . . well.  She doesn't think to hard about why she reacts to Pan the way she does, and she certainly doesn't talk about it.

Annie
The milling pedestrians along Federal's sidewalks didn't notice the nondescript woman walking in their midst.  She was a non-presence, a thing they reacted to without thought - moving around her like she was a non-sentient obstacle.  And when she'd passed, they forgot that she was ever there.  So no one would look up or make note of her when she crossed the street toward the church, her features partly hidden (and strangely blurred) by the grey hood she had pulled up over her head.
She was following a trail, this one.  A trail that whispered of ghosts and the afterlife.  That prickling shiver of someone walking over your grave.
Up ahead, her targets contemplated moving to acquire some ice cream, so she paused about 15 yards away, watching them from beneath the overhang of a nearby shop.  She wasn't sneaking up on them, per se, but nor was she making her presence obvious.  Instead she waited to see what they would do.

Fr. Echeverría
[aware!!]
Dice: 7 d10 TN5 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 4 ) Re-rolls: 2

Shoshannah
[aware!]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 4, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 3 )

Fr. Echeverría
The question doesn't strike him as all that strange. By now she knows he spends at least one afternoon a week checking in on the boys' after-school group. Some of the questions he gets from those boys are enough to make more modest men blush but Pan, if modest, is not easily embarrassed.
Before he answers he checks his wristwatch and confirms the time. Then he adjusts his sunglasses and says, "If you don't mind walking. I know a place."
And then he looks away and up the street. Sees a young woman who hasn't come around before but the fact that he even notices her, let alone frowns at the recognition of that imprint of her magic around her, may come as a bit of a shock to her.
Given her energy he ought to return the favor, watch without engaging, but he doesn't.
"Hello!" he calls, raising his voice for the first time that Shoshannah can recall, though it is only for the sake of convincing it to travel the distance. Lifts his arm to wave in case it wouldn't have registered otherwise. "How are you?"

Shoshannah
"I don't mind walking."
And she doesn't, that much is clear by her musculature, the way she holds herself.  She's been walking and riding her bike across the south west US and northern Mexico for years now, after all.  But then there's Padre calling out and waving to someone that Shoshannah's eyes want to simply skate across without stopping, without registering.  It's weird, the feeling that the universe (or whatever) wants something erased - for the barest of moments, it might even be jealousy inducing.
Shoshannah's brow furrows as she looks towards where Padre's waved - it takes effort to bring people into focus sometimes, this she knows for a lot of different reasons.
"Someone else coming too?"  No indication of how she feels about this, of course!  Even if she had any business feeling anything, Padre is who he is, just as Shoshannah is who she is.
[effort, yes.  Aware again, why not?]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 5 )

Annie
[Shoshannah will feel something - just barely there at the edges of her sense.  Obscured, but powerful for all that it was cloaked.  Another willworker whose energy was Wild and Unbreakable]

Annie
If she'd really wanted to hide, they would not have noticed her on the street like this.  The fact that she was simply leaning against a building up the block, without the use of any cloaking effects beyond that which was inborn to her, said something about how much of an effort she cared to make in this instance.  A casual spy, perhaps.  Curious?  Another new mage in town?  Or did she have business with the priest and his young companion?
They would soon find out.
Pan raised a hand and called out to her, and the woman pushed the hood back from her head, revealing features and a physical presence that suddenly sprang into sharp focus.  She looked about 30.  Average height.  With strawberry blond hair and tanned skin (not the kind you got from a tanning bed, but the kind that was achieved through long hours spent in the sun,) that was dotted here and there with a light scattering of freckles.  She smiled a little - a cold expression on her hardened features - and strode toward them with a purposeful stride.
"You two should be more careful.  I can feel that girl all the way down the street.  Tracked her here yesterday from City Park like I was followin' a damn neon sign.  Guess it's convenient for me though.  Figured it'd take longer to track down the locals."  She offered a gruff nod to the two of them and held out a hand.  Her fingers were strong and calloused from use.  "Annie Pierce."

Fr. Echeverría
"Francisco Echeverría. Nice to meet you."
He takes her hand in his and shakes it firm but warm, like this isn't the first time they're meeting. Doesn't say anything about the girl or her aura or how easy it is to track her. That would be like having a conversation about changing the color of the girl's eyes.
If Shoshannah starts to say anything argumentative or bristling she'll find the large priest's hand on her shoulder, silent admonition or support or something.
"This is Shoshannah. Why are you tracking down the locals?"

Shoshannah
"Who the fu . . ."
Obviously, yes, there's argumentative bristling; this is Shoshannah, who exudes ill-temper as surely as she does the feeling of death, of the underworld.  But there's Padre's hand on her shoulder and, though she doesn't precisely settle or calm or any such thing, Shoshannah does quiet.  To make a rather unflattering comparison, the appearance might be akin to watching a trainer with a particularly strong willed puppy.
And, of course, it is a curious thing - why this woman is tracking locals is.  "I'm not from around here," the girl says sullenly, and it's clear from her everywhere-and-nowhere accent that this is the truth; she's not a local, yet, despite living here.

Annie
"Oh settle down, kid.  I'm not here to hurt you, and I got no time for bravado."  Annie shifted her focus from Shoshannah to Pan.
"We can't talk here.  Feel like taking a ride?  I got something I think you're gonna want to see."  She shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and angled her head back the direction she'd come, to indicate she wanted them to follow her.  "There's two of you and one of me.  You can probably take me if I try something fishy."

Fr. Echeverría
"I got no time for fishy," he says in an approximation of a joke.
When he lets go of Shoshannah's shoulder that is all he does. Doesn't shove her or squeeze her, just takes his hand back and hooks the thumb into the hip pocket of his pants. He's wearing khakis and a short-sleeved white work shirt, the same black cowboy boots he always wears when he isn't in his vestments, a pager hooked to his belt. Doesn't have the same incognito look that Annie has but he's taken to the mile-up sunlight just as quickly.
The priest cants his head to see around the newcomer, back from whence she'd come, before straightening again and starting to walk.

Shoshannah
It's amusing, perhaps, that Israeli native Shoshannah, who's lived all over the world in all varying degrees of sun exposure is the palest of the bunch despite living outside for the bulk of the last two years.  Regardless, even if Shoshannah were the sort to shy away from interesting things, she's definitely not the sort to let friends (or whatever she's calling Padre these days) walk into them without her.  (Besides, for all that he takes care of himself - more or less - and is in pretty good shape, Padre's getting to the almost-old seeming end of things to the teenager.  Who knows if or when he might need her help?)
"Would hardly be fair," is all she says in answer to either of them, and whether she means the attempt of something untoward or the two of them responding to it in tandem is left unsaid.  Needless to say, she's falling into step with Padre.

Annie
Given the events that had occurred in the city of late, it was perhaps a bit surprising that the pair of magi decided to trust a complete stranger to lead them off to an unknown location.  Annie actually gave a thoughtful hmm at their reply, as though she'd expected more resistance, but she wasn't about to delay their departure any longer than necessary, so once the two of them indicated that they were willing to follow, she turned and lead them down the street, keeping a brisk pace as she moved.  She was the shortest of the three, so likely Pan and Shoshannah would have little trouble keeping up.
"I asked around about you," she offered to Pan over her shoulder.  "Neighbors seem to think you're a pretty solid guy."  She glanced at Shoshannah again briefly, but didn't say anything, as though to imply that anything she may have heard about the girl probably wasn't worth repeating.  (Then again, that would hardly be new for the Dreamspeaker.)
"Personally, I don't buy public reps.  But it's all I've got to go on right now."
It wasn't long before they arrived at her truck, a beat-up black Ford F250 that looked about 5 years old.  When they got there, she pulled out her keys and unlocked the passenger-side door.  "One of you will have to squeeze in the middle.  Hope you're not claustrophobic.  It's about a 30-minute drive."
[Dear Lord, what is going on with my brain today?  Edit: Erase everything right before "It's about a 30 minute drive."  Because F250's have a BACK SEAT.]

Fr. Echeverría
As they walk down the street a lone figure appears in and then steps away from the open front doorway of the church. If Pan glances over at her he does so out of the corner of his eye. He faces forward even as Annie relays the opinion of the neighbors. He doesn't have anything to say about that, but he does make a hmm noise of a different tone than Annie's. Acceptance without further contemplation.
She doesn't buy public reps but she'll take it.
"If it's any consolation, that's more than we've got."
They go on to the beat-up truck with its gorgeous backseat and he pauses with the passenger door agape, his hand wrapped around the frame tighter than it had held the younger Willworker's shoulder. Small semantic difference between a ride and a thirty-minute drive.
"Where are we going, Annie?"

Shoshannah
Oh, let's not be confused - this is not about trust (this is obvious, actually, in the teenager's bearing and gait, in her expression, in everything about her), but instead about wandering feet, and making sure someone who's been kind to Shoshannah has, at the very least, someone at his back if he needs it.  Shoshannah trusts very few, in truth, and it's quite foreign to her how quickly Pan has managed to add himself to that number.
"Neighbors are right," She answers the first, though again there's no specification about which clause she's affirming.  They could be right about the priest, the girl, both.
Then, there's the mention of 30-minute drive, and Shoshannah hesitates as well.  Small difference in semantics, indeed.  "Yeah, a little quid pro quo would be nice.  What's up?"

Annie
Annie rolled her jaw and pressed the tip of her tongue to one of her back molars, glancing toward the sky as though to search out an answer for the pair's question.  Finally she said, "Someone I used to know left something behind.  Something valuable.  Something I don't want the wrong people to find.  So I'm giving it to the right ones, so that doesn't happen."  She stared them both down with a steady gaze.  "That's all I'm gonna say in public.  You want the rest, I'll tell you on the way there."

Fr. Echeverría
The neighbors who were willing to speak to a strange white woman about the priest would have had nothing but tales of chivalry for her. Beyond times that he baptized or wed their children would be times he broke up late-night fights before the cops could show up or got a relative into drug rehabilitation. How he brings food over when someone is ill or floats loans or helps with minor household repairs without expecting or following up on repayment, that he knows how to change oil filters or replace dead batteries.
That he listens to woes and takes confessions and it never gets back to anyone else in the community.
He gives off light the way the sun does. That is its sole function but it also pulls other bodies to it, gives them stability and structure. He doesn't conduct himself as though he is aware of just how much other people think of him.
Before he makes his decision he takes off his sunglasses and hooks them to the V of his work shirt. Checks his pager once to make sure it's on, then steps back to give Shoshannah space to climb into the backseat.
"Alright," he says, then hauls himself into the cab. It rocks a bit beneath his weight and the slamming of the door.

Shoshannah
[Per+Sub, +1 for unskilled]
Dice: 3 d10 TN7 (4, 5, 7) ( success x 1 )

Annie
[It would appear that she is being completely straight with them.]

Shoshannah
"Whatever," Shoshannah says with a shrug and climbs into the back seat so Pan can get into the front; the answer and action likely would have been the same regardless of the answer, though the moment of quiet (intense, piercing, flaying) attention on this Annie might have gone differently.  Maybe.  Who knows, with Shoshannah?
And then they're in, and it's rather disconcerting to go against everything she's lived by for the past goodness knows how long, but at least there's a known quantity with her.  Safety in numbers and all that.

Annie
The two of them climbed into the truck, and Annie made her way around and jumped into the driver's seat, shutting the door behind her.  The engine gave a muted growl when she turned the key in the ignition, and soon they were driving away from Federal, heading Westward.  Annie didn't speak for a few minutes, instead focusing on navigating the Denver traffic.  Occasionally she'd glance up through the window toward some invisible point of interest, as though she could see something hiding amid the tall buildings that wasn't immediately visible.
"Mirrorshades stepped up their security since the last time I was here," she commented offhand, as though talking about the weather.
When they reached the outskirts of the city proper, she continued West for a bout five minutes, then took a turn South down a small country road.  "Don't know how much you know about what happened here a month ago.  If this is news to you, then you're in for one fuckin' ugly surprise, and I'm sorry for that.  A girl Woke Up about a month ago.  She's got some dark magic inside her.  Killed my brother's cabal, along with a bunch of the mirrorshades.  Now she's running around loose, and if the Nephandi aren't here already they sure as shit will be soon.  And who the hell knows what the technocrats are up to.  Far as I can tell, they should be storming the city by now, but they're just up in their towers sitting pretty."
She shook her head and made a little click with her jaw.  "Something's going on with them.  Don't know what.  Not sure I want to know."
They made another turn, heading down a new road, and passed a sign that indicated they were heading toward the town of Morrison.
"Our parents left us the house.  Me and my brother.  But I haven't had shit to do with the place in years.  It's yours if you want it.  I don't."  But she was still being vague, so finally she just came out and said it.  "There's a node there.  Someone needs to protect it."

Fr. Echeverría
Up until she takes the turn outside the city to bring them south now, the priest keeps his gaze cast out the window. He doesn't offer driving advice. Sits silent and watchful and then they're heading out past the suburbs. Pan shifts in his seat and watches her as she tells the story.
If he did or did not know this he keeps his silence. Like as not he agrees with Annie on not knowing and not being sure he wants to know. The church has been around for some time but the priest has not. Some of his silence comes from contemplation.
"If you could pull over for a moment," he says. Gestures out the window to the shoulder. Whether or not she chooses to comply: "Were the Soulless aware of your brother's cabal?"
Translation: Were they under surveillance before they died?
Further translation: How stupid am I for getting into a truck with you?

Shoshannah
"Are you . . ."  There are multiple ways she could finish that sentence and all would be apt from Shoshannah's point of view.  And then, perhaps at around the time Pan's asking if the local Technocrats were aware of the dead guy's cabal, she's questioning again, "So we have no idea what we're going into, and it's with a stranger."
This isn't as bothersome as one might think, or for the reasons one might think; clearly, the Dreamspeaker has a thing for adventure, or she wouldn't have gone on the way she has for so long, but instead sought to assimilate herself into some city or another.

Annie
Pan asked her to pull over, and to Annie's credit - she did.  She left the truck's engine idling while Pan and Shoshannah asked their questions, her eyes focused on the mostly-empty road ahead.  She didn't answer right away.  For a moment her eyes (normally bright and sharp with intention) grew unfocused.
She'd spoken about her brother's death a moment ago as if it were yet another piece of news.  Not something she was personally attached to.  But maybe that was just the only way she knew how to talk about it.  People dealt with grief in different ways.
"I don't know," she said finally.  "We didn't talk much.  But the truck's cloaked from cameras, if that's what you're worried about.  And I doubt they found the chantry.  If they had, they'd have had to dismantle the defenses."  She met Pan's eyes, then Shoshannah's.  "You guys want out?  Tell me now and I'll take you back."

Fr. Echeverría
She spoke of the death of her brother's cabal, and the fact that their parents left the place to them, and that she does not want to have anything to do with it.
To say that he worries for their safety is inaccurate. Nothing about his demeanor or his aura speaks of fear or uncertainty. This is the path he's on at this moment. If he had a gun to his head, he probably would not flinch away from it. God has made martyrs out of men more weakly chained to principle than he.
That question nearly disarms her but he does not take advantage of her lack of focus. Pan sits beside her in the cab and lowers his eyes to give her time to collect herself and looks back up when she speaks again.
"I'm sorry," he says. "About your brother."
No bullshit about him being in a better place, that at least he died in service to Someone or Something. Just a show of humanity before they continue on the business of tying up a stranger's loose ends.
He doesn't stop her from driving on again.

Shoshannah
Shoshannah isn't particularly empathetic - at least not about this.  Sure, she understands that Annie's brother died and it's a reason for difficulty and upset, but obviously they weren't close.  Besides, dying isn't a guaranteed end, this she knows.  Not much more than that is in her grasp, yet, but!  It's something.
"I hope he had a good ferryman," is all she says, and in tone and intent it's more comforting than one might expect.  How Annie takes it is up to her, but she's not given long to decide.  "Let's go then, yeah?  See what there is to see."

Annie
Annie didn't respond to Shoshannah's offer of comfort (such as it was.)  In all likelihood, whatever the unfamiliar Disciple believed about death, it wasn't the same as what Shoshannah believed.  There were enough disparate views and ideologies among the Awakened that within any given group one would be lucky to find even two who shared the same precise paradigm.
To Pan, she just nodded curtly.
And then they were on the road again.  Annie didn't speak much after that, so it would be up to Pan and Shoshannah to entertain themselves, if such was needed.  About fifteen minutes later (the entire trip ended up taking close to 40, with the paranoid detours Annie had taken in the beginning to get them out of the city,) they took a turn down a small road that took them past a couple of sprawling ranch properties.
Then she pulled to a stop in front of an empty field and got out of the car.  She didn't invite the others to join her, but wouldn't stop them if they did.
"Fiat justitia, ruat caelum."  (Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.)
Nothing happened, but Annie didn't seem especially concerned.  She got back into the car and turned as though to drive into the grass.
And then suddenly, it wasn't grass, but a long, winding driveway.  And up ahead at the end of the field lay a large, beautifully crafted house backed by a sprawling outcropping of trees (ponderosa pine and quaking aspen) that ascending up onto the hill behind it.
With their senses as well-tuned as they had been, Pan and Shoshannah would feel the residual resonance of the effects guarding the place.  A medley of different personalities working as one: sheltering, wary, evanescent, harmonizing ... and others.  But they were weak.  Faded.  Without the owners there to maintain the effects, they would soon melt back into the tapestry.
In front of the house, Annie pulled the truck to a stop and killed the ignition.  "Here we are," she said.  Her voice sounded a little bitter, as though it hurt her to look at the place, despite its picturesque beauty.

Fr. Echeverría
"Your part's done, then?" he asks--
(This is an old and somewhat cruel trick that counselors pull. Sarcasm has no place in the milieu and yet they do it anyway because it forces reevaluation if it garners something beyond immediate opposition.
One of the capes a priest wears is that of a counselor. This particular priest also has calloused hands and faint scars on the insides of his elbows and just spent 40 minutes in a moving vehicle with a girl who makes his skin crawl and a young woman who tracked them down just to push a building into their orbit.)
--and he asks it so lightly he sounds like he's just carrying on a normal conversation instead of dealing with a woman in the midst of complicated mourning.
"Just going to sign the deed over and go back home?"

Shoshannah
".....I think my dad's house had the same architect."
This, of course, probably doesn't seem like much of thing to Annie - it's a huh, and? kind of thing.  Padre, however, has heard almost nothing about Shoshannah's past (still hasn't seen what she keeps hidden with her 'arm socks', despite the assurance that it would shock no one) and they've been cohabitating for weeks now.  It can't be much of a surprise, though, really; for all that she hasn't really complained about the work she's been given or the place she finds herself living, it's pretty obvious that the girl has a taste for the finer things in life, that she likes her surroundings to be as pretty as possible. As soon as she can, the teenager is spilling out of the cab of the truck to explore the front yard, to peek in windows where she can, though she doesn't go far enough to miss anything her two companions say.

Annie
"Oh, you misunderstood me.  I'm not giving you the deed.  Don't even know if I can trust you yet."  She looked at Pan while she considered his question.  Neither of them seemed in any particular rush to get out of the truck.  "And no.  I'm not going back home yet.  I should.  I got my own place and my own people I need to look out for.  But I'm not gonna leave you to clean up this mess by yourselves."  She sighed and scrubbed over her face with her hand, as though suddenly hit by a bout of exhaustion.
"Let's just see how things go, okay?"
I think my dad's house had the same architect.
Shoshannah jumped out of the truck like a child at an amusement park, and for the first time since meeting them, Annie's expression softened with a note of hesitant surprise, as though it hadn't occurred to her that someone might derive that kind of reaction from the place.  After a beat, she exhaled a muted laugh.  "Glad someone can get some enjoyment from the place, at least.  It deserves that."
She opened the driver side door and hopped out into the grass.  "You comin', Pancho?"
Once everyone had exited the truck, Annie led them up the stone steps to the main door, which she unlocked with a key.  It swung open, and she flipped a light switch, bathing the space with warm light.  Inside, the house was just as big and well-maintained as it looked on the outside, with a tall, open ceiling and exposed beams. The door opened into a foyer area, and to the left was a spacious kitchen.  To the right, stairs led down into the massive living room, and then up to where the bedrooms were located.  The library was down another flight of stairs into a furnished and climate-controlled basement, and another door led out from the kitchen into a wide, picturesque lawn.
If Shoshannah or Pan happened to look out that way, they would see a pool of steaming water (a hot spring) lined with stones.  A large garden.  A couple of statues.  And further back, the trees.
But it was the spring that they'd feel, even at a distance.  Warm and rejuvenating, like the water of life.  A gleaming wellspring of Quintessence.
The Node.

Fr. Echeverría
With the answer comes an apologetic breed of smile, diluted by the time it reaches his eyes. Hard to find the right foot to get off on when the person leading the dance starts it off with fleeting steps but he doesn't try to quality what he'd said and he doesn't actually apologize to the other Disciple again.
He watches Shoshannah as she bounds out of the truck to approach the house like something that she'd thought she'd lost but he doesn't exit the vehicle himself until Annie asks if he's coming. Calls him by a nickname hardly anyone uses anymore. Everyone who calls him Padre just leaves it at that and everyone who calls him Father Echeverría is too afraid of him to shorten it to anything more familiar.
Someone once told him Pancho sounds like a bad guy.
"Sure," he says now, and steps down out of the truck.
And he takes in the outside of the place without passing judgment and he walks through the first floor of the house to find the way that takes them from the front to the back of the lot. Steps out of the kitchen and back into the afternoon like something is calling to him. Even an unbeliever would be able to feel the Quintessence in this place. Pan belongs to a Tradition that has built an entire paradigm around it.
He stands before the spring and takes a deep breath.

Shoshannah
[testing, testing, is anyone there? IE: spirit scan]
Dice: 2 d10 TN6 (7, 7) ( success x 3 ) [WP]

Annie
Shoshannah uses her second sight to look into the landscape's mirror image on the other side of the gauntlet.  Here the node is literally gleaming, its waters sparkling with life and energy.  The chantry house and the surrounding trees have a stronger presence here than most, their spirits strengthened and awakened by the presence of the node and the Awakened wills who'd lived there.
And lying beneath the trees, just up the slope from the well of quintessence, is a being she had not been able to see with her living sight: a massive white bear spirit, awake and watchful as it regarded the house's new occupants from a distance.

Shoshannah
Shoshannah is a sullen, ill-tempered young lady ninety-eight percent of the time, at least; she snaps and growls and figuratively bites if people come to close.  She's closed off, defensive to a fault.  In fact, her arrival here and reaction to the house is the most open anyone in Denver has seen her.  These things are part of her, as Padre has come to know,  but never have the felt so tangible, palpable, as they do now.  The good Father has never witnessed his foundling performing magic and now?
Well, it's a tempestuous thing to be caught up in any mage's passion[play].  Shoshannah is a Dreamspeaker born of blood and death, a ferryman in the making.  Her resonance isn't particularly strong, yet, but it's deeply unsettling.
Perhaps they see the flash of her coin when she withdraws it to nick the fleshy bit of her palm at the base of her left thumb.  Perhaps they see her squeeze until a few droplets of blood well up.  Perhaps they see her dab said droplets with the index finger to gather just the smallest bit of this blood freshly drawn, and then the inner corners of her eyes to clear the haze.
Both of them, though, see when she walks towards the [bear] trees - slowly, carefully, with apparent purpose.  This is, quite likely, the calmest and most at home in her skin Pan has ever seen her, and then the eerie young woman is talking to things that (as far as she knows) only she can see.  She takes her time and once the coin is back in her pocket her hands are kept open and in sight.  There's a certain deference (near worship, and from the child who avoids so much as setting foot into the church's sanctuary!) in her bearing now, something that should seem alien to a girl normally so full of prickly pride, but fits her well.
"Hello.  You're beautiful," comes breathed, barely more than a whisper when she stops out of easy range of angry claws, should the spirit she sees wish to charge - which means that her 'whisper' is actually probably loud enough to carry back to the adults.  "Do you guard this place?"

(Player note: Continued in forums)