[He gives her a deadpan look.]

Don’t you worry about my bones, hm? Just keep focused on the task ahead of us.

[With that, Stephen turns to head down a certain direction along the street — it’s obvious that he’s moving with purpose, his cloak swishing behind him.]

This way. They’ve left their magical fingerprints all over this city; it’s just a matter of following the trail. Or can you sense where another Servant might be better than I?