I mean, I say "see" but it's more of a...[She waves her hand about vaguely, scrunching up her face as she searches for the words she wants.] Kind of a blur of colors and feelings. Some things, spirits and the like, only exist on the astral plane.

[Gobbet recalls the way reality flickered and warped in Qian-Ya's presence. The way horrific beings just appeared and disappeared, the way the terrain appeared gore-slick one moment and returned to grimy steel the next. Yeah, planes of existence were not in short supply where she was from.]

I knew a guy who used to use his astral perception to help solve murders. When you can conjure up the victim to tell you what happened, or sense the motive at the crime scene, it's a lot easier to catch your guy.