The sensation of death, familiar in the sense it belongs to her in some way, floats ahead of the approaching woman. The aura feels as it did with Palamedes, not as if the woman is an embodiment herself. Though if she's honest with herself, Death has never been something she feared. As she draws closer the nature of her soul takes form. Not human. Not something she has encountered before, but from the ears and elegance she can guess elfish in nature at the very least.

Above all that, there is a deep sense of concern, stress and the desperate need to have a meltdown. Yet when she speaks it sounds calm, soothing almost.

"I have no idea, just got here myself."

She can sense the number of souls inside, it's not a small amount, but this woman has ties to death and it may be prudent to keep some things to herself for now.

"It sounds busy though."