"I fear you have us at a disadvantage," says the now-named Mora. "For we don't know your name at all."

A tinkling laugh. "You may have it - for a price. For information is my bread and butter. Doesn't do to give my wares away freely. Though you have more pressing questions, do you not?"

"I'm not sure that we do."

"All of you are searching for something, drawing a trail of mysteries in your wake like little starlings."

"That's as may be. Even so, I do not trust that any help you could possibly be would be worth the price."

"A question for a question, an answer for an answer, is my usual price."

"A dangerous trade. Questions can be pointed."

"I know the value of my currency, thank you kindly, and I am no cheat."

Eliana looks at the others.

"I think we can afford a few questions," Mora says, softly.

"I'm less sure," says Hisame. "I would recommend caution, here..."

"Do not trust it," says the Keres, still scowling.

"So cruel. I don't call you an 'it,' do I?"

"I decline to play this game, and I begin to grow tired of your presence."

"No curiosity at all?"

A pair of ghosts begin collecting a ball of brilliant energies.

"Be cautious of the car," Eliana advises, stepping back and to the side.

The woman laughs. "Indeed. Do you really want to know what happens, when ordinary humans spill into the Void?"

"Stop talking." A box-shaped forcefield appears around the woman, encasing her. The two ghosts thrust the ball of energy inside and release it. The inside of the forcefield is consumed by nuclear fire, bright as the sun.

The woman is smiling when the light fades.

Probably.

It's hard to tell without a face.

She has more tools. A skein of metal, an edge to cut anything, poisons for a double dozen species, spatial distortion, piece-wise temporal manipulation, overwhelming grief, an irresistible command to kill oneself... Somewhere in the catalogue will be the answer.

It's possibly debatable if the woman is actually there.

Then this will at the very least keep her from talking.

"You're very stubborn," she says during one bout. "Perhaps I will see you another time. After you've calmed down a little, hm?"

And she's not there anymore.

The forcefield contract to a tiny point, compressing all within it, before winking out with a faint pop.

"Bitch."