Kendra gave a small snort at Kim's comment about being able to 'prepare for the future'. They hadn't shared their ability with many people, but the few that they had all repeated the same sentiment. She'd gotten tired of trying to correct them, trying to explain that her visions were rarely concise and clear enough to prepare for anything. Like her earlier dream: what was she supposed to gather from the sensation of someone cutting into her face, severing her optic nerve? She assumed it was from the perspective of someone who had died, but who? How did they die Were they already dead or was their death something Kendra was supposed to prevent? It was all a bunch of questions she wouldn't have had to deal with if she hadn't witnessed it, been
forced to witness it.
Obviously, Kendra voiced none of this, merely sitting back and listening as Kim spoke. It was only at her mention of red caps that Kendra cut in.
"Fae shit. Wonderful. As if this day can't get any messier," they mutter, shaking their head.
"Well, that makes it even less likely that it's connected to whatever I saw which is... something, I guess. I'll figure out what to do about Lian after we deal with this." They lean back in their chair as they continue listening to Kim. They weren't sure what to say about Zeke or the crows, so they just shrugged. Crows were weird creatures generally, but in Corvus Bay in particular, they seemed to be a power within their own right. Who knew what secrets they had, or whether they'd be willing to share them. They could be trying to help Kim locate her lost friend, or they could just be leading her on a merry goose chase... or crow chase, rather. At this point, Kendra had no way of telling one way or the other. She did agree with Kim, however, about them likely needing some form of help with this, though the Oracle wasn't sure who. They were just about to suggest they try and text Trinity again, see if she had any insight in what they could do, when Kim brought forth her own suggestion.
"January?" Kendra repeated aloud. The name sounded vaguely familiar, something she may have heard in passing. It took a good couple of minutes rummaging through the darker recesses of her memory before she recalled it as a name associated with a string of missing pet incidents, specifically dogs from a certain district of the Bay. It was one of those things she had likely heard while at work and had promptly forgotten about. Until now, of course.