Daine pockets her phone and frowns, small and pensive. She wishes she had a bone army to work with, but the tunnels would be too cramped for most of them, anyway. There's no Graveyard Hag to help her - if 'help' was even the right word for it. She doesn't have any of the things she had in Carthak.

But as they descend into the underground and a familiar, whispering itch brushes against her mind, she thinks: well, I still have the rats.

Table that for the moment. She looks back up at Seth. "I s'pose I can't actually tear the place down." That might collapse the ground above, and the city's too busy for that, too many folk would get hurt. "But I'll smash up as much as I can. Expensive things. Records. Enough so they won't be able to put themselves back together in any kind of hurry."