Her bun remained in place. Tipping her form over the edge Keill gazed into the world beyond. This was unfortunate. Knowledge was denied to most for a reason. Detached and bereft of emotion she stepped back righting herself and bringing her arms casually across her body. Tapping her long nails on the crisp white of her vest, she watched as figures darted to and fro beyond the rip; she knew. How long would it be before she surpassed those who sought to stand watch? Cora had never taken the word No, well.