She's climbing off of her bike and just about to follow her girlfriend into the rest house that their blade is going to stay at for the night when she feels the shift in the Pattern. It's a tug just at the back of her brain, light and nearly imperceptible. She's skilled enough now, though, to know what it might mean.

"Jill?"

"Are there any reports of operatives on engagements in the area today, Mia?"

Mia Castro blinks at her question, but doesn't hesitate to reach into her coat for her phone. Her girlfriend doesn't respond, not until she's checked in with LogosNET.

"No..." Mia frowns when she notices the look on Jill's face. She can see, perhaps, exactly what her girlfriend's thinking. "Want me to go with you?"

"Follow some distance away from me instead? I'll take point. Maybe you can round up whoever's willing from the Eaters." Jill doesn't want to ask for too much: they've all had a long day on the road.

"All right."

With a smile and a kiss to Mia's cheek, Jill's turning back towards her Rookwraith and starting the bike back up. The tugs are getting more insistent now, and she's getting flashes of possible locations, of a not-quite-paper dog protecting its master from people who don't want to do her any good. Hopefully she'll get there in time.