The moment Ethan's demeanor shifted so completely, Jenny's composure cracked. Her jaw actually dropped, just a fraction, but enough to betray her surprise.
"A clever man is truly a clever man," she said, a short laugh escaping her. "But aren't you worried? This is my fifth floor. Who's to say I haven't laid traps or ambushes everywhere? You must have felt it when you tried to probe me. This entire level is built from anti-psychic material. It doesn't just block perception, it can turn into a prison for a Soul-Wielder."
Even standing here, the walls seemed to swallow intent and sound alike. She studied him closely now, her curiosity unmistakably genuine, not hostile.
