Elena stopped, the muscles in her shoulder and back tensing as she turned towards the disembodied voice. He'd moved to fast for her to see but the strange smell was unmistakably out of place. She felt very out of her league but she was at least skilled with treading lightly.

"I must have gotten turned around." Her voice was slow and even as she looked at Luther. Her brows furrow and her expression grows more serious.

"What are you?"