[Speak she does, a little more eagerly than might be expected of someone who intends to interrogate their commanding officer. She doesn't raise her voice much, though, not wanting to draw anyone else's attention.]

A hand was found in one of the rifts. The undead around it seemed to avoid it, and when it was picked up the black water abated. [As much as she wishes she could speak from first-hand knowledge, all she can do is relay Wen Kexing's account of events and trust that they're accurate.] It was clutching a scrap of purple fabric. A colour you wear. What do you know of this hand?