elaine tiene brazaletes que le advierten de amenazas

She'd slipped half a dozen
coppery bracelets over each wrist, all of them slender, all of them hanging
more heavily than they should have. Faint glints of golden energy played
among them, and looked like little more than the glitter of light on metal
--
Elaine looked a little strained, herself. If she'd really
smoothed away that much of an injury, she had more skill than she'd told
me she did. That kind of healing isn't a matter of trivial effort, either. She
might be more fragile than she appeared. I opened the fire door on Abby's
floor, and let Elaine take the lead. She went down the center of the hallway
in total silence, her hands slightly outstretched, and I got the sense that she
was somehow perfectly aware of everything around her—more so than
human senses would account for. The bracelets on her wrists glittered more
brightly. Superior awareness as a defense, then, instead of my own, more
direct approach of meeting power with power and stopping things cold. Just
her style.