The man she's spoken to gives her a sympathetic look. "First time, kidda?" he asks, almost gently. He's holding a tray with drinks and food on it.

"First time what?" she asks, and glances around as inconspicuously as she can. Nobody she recognizes, and it looks like a perfectly ordinary bar except for a window in one wall with... some kind of series of constant explosions behind it. She doesn't go for the wand in her belt. Yet.

"Getting a door to Milliways," he says. "Which, uh, is this bar. It steals doors. Well. Borrows is probably more accurate. You have the lost look of someone who's door just brought them somewhere they weren't anticipating. Where were you aiming?"

Answering this man's questions can't hurt anyone. Probably. "I was going out my front door. What kind of magic lets a bar -- the building? its owners? -- make doors lead somewhere else?" And can she go back, or is there a problem here that needs solving first? 

He shrugs. "We didn't investigate too closely. And Esch and Raef weren't screaming about needing to leave, so we hung around. Apparently time's kinda frozen back home until you leave. I'm Trap by the way," for obvious reasons, he doesn't offer his hand, but he doesn't quite seem like the type to offer a hand anyway. "You can leave any time you like. Ain't nothing holding you here. But it's a good place to take a break from whatever's causing you problems."

She only grimaces a little at "take a break", but doesn't turn to go. (Her own idea, or her lodger's?) "That sounds... nice," she says after a moment. "But I was hoping to blow off some steam, it's why I was heading outside."

"There's an outside here as well, and...I don't think Security will have too much of a problem, so long as you're not hurting anyone? Follow me, we're sat outside anyway." He starts forwards, pausing to see if the girl is following.

What the hell, why not. She follows. If shit goes down the tube it's not like she can't defend herself. "Just planning to gouge a few trenches in the ground," she assures him. "I'll aim well away from people. --Security?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. Bouncers I guess you could say. Prevent fights, put instigators in timeout, things like that." He shoots a curious look back at her. "Gouge trenches in the ground? How're you intending to do that, like?"

She raises an eyebrow at his confusion. Doesn't he see the blue crystal wand she's got? "Magic, of course." (She ignores the laughter in her head. Maybe it's not a good thing she's getting good at tuning it out.)

"...Well. Not the weirdest thing I've ever heard," he comments as he steps out into the outside.

Magic is hardly weird, but she's clearly missing something. Hopefully nothing likely to try to eat her face.

There's a lake. And trees, a whole forest. She feels in a blowing-up-trees kind of mood. (Or is that her?) Trenches are safer... but exploding trees is so much more satisfying... She frowns and shakes her head. Trenches. (A sigh, or maybe it's a breeze passing by her ear.)

A purple skinned girl's head snaps around, eyes focusing on the girl behind Trap, and she's on her feet before they can blink.

"You're-" she starts, and then she isn't speaking, she's too busy aiming at the...alien force in the girl's head. Because that isn't right.

The alien force wasn't expecting anyone to notice he was even there, but somehow that purple-skinned humanoid is doing something. He struggles. He's slippery. Slippery enough to escape?

Oh, no. That is not happening.

She spears directly into that force, sending burning tendrils along with it, and then yanks. Even as she pulls it free, she's locking everything down, keeping the thing isolated, locked away tightly where it can't harm anyone. (Ready to be extinguished, even if her instincts are screaming to crush it now.)

"Esch?" Trap sets the tray on the table they'd set up earlier, stepping close enough to brush his hand against Esch's shoulder, looking worriedly between the girl he brought with him, and the younger teen still at the table.

There's a purple-skinned girl staring at her, and Lilaina can't tell if the girl's going to attack or not so her hand goes to her wand and then it's like-- an emptiness in her mind, a pressure lifting, an abrupt change in the tenor of her thoughts--

"What did you do?" Confusion, fear, anger, hope, all mixed up together.

The girl seems distracted, not entirely with it, focused internally.

"I have no idea," Trap says. "So, gonna guess she did the psychic thing."

"You had...something else in your head," the boy says. "Ma-Esch pulled it out."

"Someone else?" Lilaina echoes. "Someone-- oh. Oh." She starts shaking, a little. There's a lot of her to shake. "Sliske. Is he dead properly this time?" Just a bit vicious with that last bit, maybe.

The boy shrugs. "Not yet. Ma-Esch wants to make sure she read things right."

"Kill him," Lilaina snaps, directing it at the purple-skinned girl. "Everyone except a poor girl he screwed up to adore him thinks he's already dead, it ought to be reality. He needs--" Her voice cracks. "He needs to be dead."

There's no deception that Raef can feel from the girl, and he makes sure Ma-Esch can feel that, inwardly focused as she is.

(Trap guides Esch back into a seat.)

She, meanwhile, is very focused on the alien mind. She only vaguely hears the girl's words, but acknowledges Raef's assessment, but still hesitates (killing someone like this is horribly intimate and definitive, and she needs to be certain).

She manifests her mind on an empty plain, the mind in a cage in front of her, heavy steel bars. "What are you?" she demands. "And why were you in her mind?" (She is seething with rage, ready to snuff this invader out.)