They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
Shadows. And it's not like a financial audit, it's just checking on red conditions. She doesn't think yellows will get good results.
Shadows can see where they're going. Red neighborhoods are the ones with reds in them. She will be doing the suggesting.
She can probably find one who's fine with that! All right who wants to go check out red conditions in that country while wearing an ankle thingy.
Yeah some of 'em will risk it!
Maurabel finds a cooperative Shadow who will do transport in exchange for being read bedtime stories. Reds reading to her is fine. (...wild elementals are predictable in their hobbies; more flesh-people-acclimated ones fixate on the oddest things.)
The red auditors take diligent notes and spend all of their visit in red districts and then go home and report to Maurabel. Maurabel gives the country in question a dozen air artifacts and offers to introduce the Shadow who likes bedtime stories to whoever is on their interplanetary exploration team; she will consider them for field trips and possible satellite campus.
That's... different. That's definitely different. She is not sure she'll give them "not shitty".