Mira winces a little at Joel drawing in his own blood, but she'd have given up her own in an instance, and she finds herself watching Coop light the fire raptly with only a very little guilt about the shirt she'd chosen. She'll buy Raleigh a new one when they figure out what's going on with her.

There had been a lot more esoteric solutions for problems they likely don't have that had required Latin or Greek, one in Arabic, things she could have helped with, verb tenses and datives and all the things she yells at the screen about when they pop up on her favorite shows (usually werewolfy; the alien ones mostly don't have Latin). This doesn't need her expertise, and she feels really useless, research girl though she may be.

Her heart picks up when the lights separate and she lifts her eyes to meet Coop's, thinking quickly through everything she's been studying. She's not possessed, then, she's not the victim of some spell -- or she is, but part of her is somewhere physically else. Maybe a lot of her. "That's you," she says, a little blankly. "Those are -- both --"

She furrows her brow at the map. "Where is that?" she asks Joel. "I mean, approximately?"

Maybe her Latin translation is going to come in handy after all. They're going to need more than a locator spell if they're dealing with something that can steal Raleigh.