Then, before they could condemn her with him, she asked how else she might be able to help them.

Her Novitiate came under the auspices of grief counseling from the same priest who'd shown up on her door that day. Although her feelings for her late husband never really changed, slowly, she came to understand the unsavory nature of things he'd been involved in. Commanding magics against the plan of God, he'd ultimately found himself in a situation beyond his control and paid the ultimate price for his arrogance. Deus vult

Despite the Society of Leopold's best efforts, Philo would never be a good head-on combatant. She learned to handle a gun for protection, but little else. After gaining Tertiary status, she came with an idea that drew a little suspicion from the East Coast Provincial office, but her cenaculum supported her plan.

Withdrawing from regular contact with her fellowes, Philo called up some of her husband's business acquaintances. A couple of cocktail lunches later and gifts of mystical texts later, they let her into their meeting house. She lived on and off the premesis for almost a year - using her connections to lend a little aid with their endeavours, while, every time she went to Confession, she knelt in the booth and repeated names and occupations and addresses to her mentor. She seemed to have a natural gift for keeping her true intentions concealed from her 'masters'

The auto-da-fé was remarkably succesful, due in no small part to the expert intelligence she'd provided. Once the blood had dried in the aftermath, though, a Censor started to put some undue pressure on her Cenaculum about the orthodoxy of their methods. To save her comrades-at-arms, Philo answered every question put at her, then sold her condo and packed up for the West Coast. Her usefulness as an infiltrator in New York a little less solid, she's seeking to put some distance between herself and the encounter so she can begin her crusade again.