A cup of tea is soon brought. A pleasant oolong variety, warming and mild. Yoi has a few sips and carries the cup into the room where his subject awaits. A norm female. Chinese. Poppy, she is called. She appears to have been beaten rather severely. Yoi sips his tea and looks to the woman's aura. This reveals that she is tired, nearly exhausted, clinging to consciousness in the wake of a fatiguing episode, full of stress and emotion, probably hysterical. Her aura also makes plain that she is mundane and that she is the subject of metamagic, the spell or spells of an initiate, presumably Gamma, mentioned previously.