[Tiara is in the labs, eyes half-closed in concentration and her arms spread wide as she calls up a long narrow spear made of flames. Behind her, Alistair is watching with several caster windows open.] Alistair: Good work, very good-- [He is interrupted by a communicator window with an incoming message popping up in front of him] Alistair: Eh? [As he listens to the message, his smile vanishes.]