"I could have found them with the Force, but only if I knew specifically who I was looking for."

"At some point when we're more isolated I will share more specific information on Homunculus and his lieutenants' abilities. I hope by then you'll trust me enough to return the favor." 

"If it seems relevant to the task at hand."

He starts packing. "What types of information can you discern from your clairvoyance?"

"Everyone has a unique Force signature. Within a certain range and given time, I can identify the location, current emotions, and state of health of each person. If I am already familiar with a person's signature and looking specifically for them, the range is effectively unlimited, though time and concentration required scales with distance. Through meditation I may also gain glimpses of the future, though these should be considered unreliable at best due to the continual flux of events."

"Chi-sensing seems to grant more distance in identifying people than does Force-sensing, but I cannot determine information from passive use to nearly the extent you seem to be able to. Most of my work is active transmutation, which normally requires specific arrays and intent.

I am also unable to see any of the future, even glimpses."

"Strengths and weaknesses. I should see if I can determine a Force signature with the chi-sense."

"You may be able to find out when we do healing today, if it happens that you are not at the level where you can perform all of the arrays I'll be teaching."

"We'll see."

Hohenheim's ready to leave. Does Occlus need to prepare anything?

She has all she needs.

They get going. The streets are dark. Hohenheim turns through them as if by autopilot, humming a tune.

Occlus follows silently, senses alert. Quiet and dark does not mean safe.

Her alertness is rewarded. There's a loud shout from the windowsill and a bottle flying in their direction. 

An upraised hand halts it in midair, and a negligent flick sends it flying backwards along its trajectory.

A woman catches it and shouts "Thank you!"

Hmph.

They continue along their route. The woman lives near the market center. Occlus will be able to sense the boy and eight other people upstairs, while the downstairs, labeled with the name of the shop, is closed and empty.

Only nine. Nothing she can't handle, though she won't be striking first, in deference to her host here.

Hohenheim raps on the door.

A young girl answers it. "Clinic's not open for another hour, sorry."

"We're here to help your mom with the clinic. I'm Hohenheim."

Her eyes go wide. "Oh." 

She runs upstairs. They can hear muffled yelling.

A large, stout woman comes down to greet them. "Hello! Thank you for keeping my Nur in line. Always getting into trouble, that boy."

"More than he will be able to handle someday, if he is not careful."