The King of Cups was the first card Emma turned over, and with it, her gaze gone distant and unfocused, she Saw a man. Kurt Weller, she assumed, since Jane had told her she wanted to know about him. As she continued to lay out cards, they kept pointing her to groups, two of them, working together, working a cross-purposes. She Saw Jane in both. One group seemed to be led by Weller, which would fit with the King. The other, she could see the people, but less clearly, the images intertwined with a sandstorm that wasn't a sandstorm. One of the less literal visions, then.

"You care about him. And he cares about you. There's a connection there, a... relationship forming and growing stronger. And you work together. He trusts you." She didn't add, although maybe she should have, that she wasn't sure whether Kurt should trust Jane or not.

"And I keep seeing a sandstorm. A symbolic one. It has something to do with another group of people. Your hair is longer then, but..." she trailed off, adding another card to the spread, rearranging them in front of her. She shook her head. "I don't know. We can shuffle again, try to find out more, if you want. But that's all this spread wants to show."