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The door from the elevator opens, and through it steps Zelan. She's looking a bit more casual than before, but perhaps a slight more tired. Her shoulders not quite so straight and proud, she appears to be perhaps a little stressed out. Not seeming to notice Lee at first, she makes her way to the edge, looking out over the city below. She does, however, do a bit of a double take as she spots Lee out of the corner of her eye; they're actually quite nearby! "Oh, hello, ah, Lee, was it?" Lee glances back from the skyline as Zelan speaks. "Heya... Zelan. Good t' see ya again!" Lee says cheerily, looking up at her while still leaning back. "How's it going there? Find yourself a room and all that?" Zelan sighs and nods. "Yeah, yeah... thanks for that voucher... I wound up using it after all." She frowns, clearly not happy with having needed to use it. After a brief pause, she sighs and shakes her head. "I stopped by that magic place and it seemed to be closed... Apparently the management is out of town or something? So now I'm a little at a loss for what to do with myself here. I mean, I thankfully brought enough cash that I can make it a little while longer without a job, but..." "No prob," Lee says with a smile in reply to her thanks, then attentively listens as she goes on. "Huh. I was wondering about Frey's, but I don't know the boss well enough to know what she's up to," Lee shrugs a shoulder and continues in a more sympathetic tone, "Kinda rough situation when you're used to a 'respectable' type job and ya get uprooted from that. Ya said you're a spaceship designer?" Zelan sighs and turns around, leaning her back against the window. "More or less... I'm used to working with a whole team, though. I've made a couple of smaller designs solo, but really, it's the big team projects that tend to really do the best." She pauses, looking upward. "While a fighter is very effective, it can be hard to train enough pilots in magic or mages in piloting to make it worth having a whole wing of them, you know? It generally is more practical when you have a larger ship that doesn't need an entirely magic-trained crew. And one doesn't design a frigate from scratch by one's self." "I'm no expert in spaceships, but I'd be kinda worried 'bout one of any size with one person designing the whole thing, no matter how good. I'm kinda fond of breathing," Lee says with a grin. "Yeah, whole lotta good stuff about modern life needs a whole civilization t' make it. Can't even write a magazine article on 'mole people from the center of the Earth' without a country to invent the language, scientists to tell ya what's at the center of the Earth, and a bunch of conspiracy theorists to design your drama." Zelan raises an eyebrow. "Well. Even when doing a solo design, you don't design every system from scratch. There's no need to reinvent environmental controls, reactors, and engines every time, after all." She does pause a moment. "...Not that we've not designed our own versions of such. It's usually more efficient to just outsource to an existing one, however, with a larger manufacturer who can reduce costs by building in bulk. Sure, we can get a 0.5% increase in efficiency, but it's not worth eight times the cost. Unless you're building a racer." "Oh, gotcha," Lee says, nodding. "That makes sense that ya wouldn't reinvent the wheel unless you really needed a solid gold multidimensional super-wheel." Lee holds up the bowl made from a curved surface of geometrically interlocked lacquered legumes. "I know all about working with existing parts, though usually I'm trying to avoid using anything for what it was designed for." Lee asks with a thoughtful tone, "Any chance of going back to something ya did before you started working as a designer? They make ya weld stuff or grease bearings when you were learning?" Zelan raises an eyebrow at the bowl made of what most people would say should be in a bowl, not the building materiel of it. From her expression, he shouldn't expect Zelan to be interested in buying one of these. At Lee's last question, Zelan nods a bit slowly. "I could, I could. I had a career in the military before I was in design. All mechanical work, at that... Most of it was working on repairing and maintenance on fighters, keeping them combat ready." She grins down to the seated Lee. "So yeah, I've got a lot of experience in welds and grease bearings." Lee grins at her expression, setting down the piece. "Military, huh? Dunno if you're okay working for a foreign military, but I bet the folks in the Space Defense Force could use some work on their ships. 'pparently they use some weirdly-complicated fighters and coordinate with folks piloting whatever crazy stuff they bring from other planets. Must take some skills t' keep all that maintained." Lee shrugs and adds, "But if couldn't find any art clients, I was gonna go find some civilian stuff to weld." Zelan turns around to look outside with a slight frown. "Going into another fleet? It's not really the... foreign military angle. I mean... Magus Spaceworks has tried to sell to the Sol federation in the past, so why would I have an issue there? No, no. It's more..." she pauses a moment, collecting her thoughts. "It's like taking a step backwards. I've already done that. Maybe if they want a temporary worker for a handful of contracts, but just going back to being on the mechanics crew for a squadron of fighters? I don't think that's what I really want. I've so much more skill than that which I think would go to waste there." She steps back from the window and holds out a hand, a ball of light forming there to emphasize her point. Lee wiggles their toes from the sandals and nods as she explains. "Oh, neat!" Lee says with her demonstration. "What is that?" Lee asks curiously, hopping to their feet and leaning in. "Something t' help with visualizing ships?" Zelan blinks and shakes her head. "No, no, it's just a simple light spell." The light vanishes and she starts making some complex motions with her hands and muttering under her breath. After a moment, she holds out her hand, and a small holographic looking glowing image appears there. It looks to be likely a space ship in a T shape. At the T head are a pair of odd, six pronged arrays of some sort facing forward and an array of engines facing backward. The rest of the ship appears to be a bit more traditional looking, a raised bridge near the middle, a hangar bay just behind it, and another array of engines at the back. There are a few heavy weapon turrets on that main body, but they appear a bit small to be the main armament. "This is a Twin Hydra class destroyer. I consider it to be my most powerful design to date, but we've only had three purchased." Lee leans over the ship display to peer at it. "I wouldn't know a destroyer from a dishwasher, but it sure looks cool. Don't think the purchasing's low because know-nothing bureaucrats're unhappy with the looks of it." Lee then says, "Think I know what ya mean about wanting t' do something different, though. Always frustrates folks when they see something I made and want one 'just like that'. 'Cause it's next to impossible for me to resist trying something new even if it's based on the same idea." Zelan laughs and shakes her head. "Well, it's a bit different for me with that! I don't make the ships when I design them, I use a computer, so if someone wants one just like what I've done before, I just, well, make the same one! I can understand when you're doing hand-made work like that, though. I could probably stand to make the same thing a few times, though." "Yeah, a lot of the value of my stuff is in the story of the materials, and definitely in the fact that I made it by hand. So not quite the same thing as a design you can just copy." Lee smiles encouragingly. "But I figure there's somebody out there who values your experience, even if it isn't exactly like what you were doing before." Lee adds, lightly thumping their tail on the window, "And a quick stint of mindless welding for cash's easier to tolerate when it's your grocery money at stake." Zelan nods at first confidently to what Lee says, then in a bit more tired looking a manner as Lee gets to the end. "Yes... yes, that is a valid point. I'm gonna have to find some job to do if I'm going to actually... live." With a sigh, she looks out over the city again, her eyes flickering about for a bit. "I might even go retail temporarily at this rate." "Eee! Don't go that far! Your situation isn't that dire," Lee exclaims in mock horror at her latter remark, leaning in to offer a pat on the arm. Lee grins and continues in more noromal tones, "... or maybe you're perfectly fine with that. Guess somebody's gotta do retail. Just won't be me." Zelan chuckle with a low tone. "Well, if it comes to that or not being able to eat, I'll take retail any day. Sure, I've not done it since I was still living with my parents, but I remember it being pretty easy work to pick up." She steps away from the window again to look at Lee. "I suppose I just need to actually go out there and try to find real work full time, rather than dragging my heels on it." She sighs, deflating somewhat. "I was supposed to be able to take a whole year off work, but no... I of course immediately lost access to my bank account by going to a different universe entirely." "Yeah, I like being able to eat, too. And finding decent food next to dumpsters isn't as fun as dumpster diving for spare parts." Lee regards her inquisitively with her latter remark. "So were going on a vacation to de-stress, or to do some work for yourself?" Zelan leans her back against the window, looking up. "De-stress was the plan. Not that I was particularly stressed, I just wanted to relax for a bit. This whole... lack of money thing is actually a lot more stressful than work was, so that's completely not working for me." She looks over to Lee again. "What about you? What were you trying to do before you got here?" "Gotcha. Being at peace with the universe's a lot easier without worrying about basic needs," Lee says with a nod, jiggling their feathers by bouncing on their sandaled toes a little. Lee smiles at her question. "Didn't have anything real ambitious in the works. Got back from travelling a while before -organic farm network and some couch-borrowing. Was asking 'round t' get permission for some street art murals." Lee frowns. "I'm not actually that bad off here, can go with the flow. More worried about other folks." Zelan nods as Lee explains. "I see. Yes, it looks like getting shunted off to this place didn't really effect you beyond taking you from your social network then, did it?" She sighs and shakes her head. "Well, that's a plus, isn't it?" Lee doesn't look especially encouraged by Zelan's words. "Yeah, not like changing up the culture and even physics's giving me panic attacks or anything. But was kinda attached to that 'social network'," Lee points out. "And it might be a few months before my parents know I didn't just move to Magreb for a neat job, but they're real good at imagining bad luck." Zelan frowns again, glancing away. "Sorry, sorry. Social network and seeing new culture is kind of part of why I wanted to travel for my sabbatical in the first place, so I guess I projected a bit too much there." She flicks her eyes a bit. "I didn't consider that the very laws of physics could be different between universes... from what I've observed, I've not seen any differences, myself." "Yeah," Lee sighs, shrugging a shoulder. "Can't do anything for the folks I knew. So gonna focus on the new friends part." Lee then admits, "And I don't know for sure the laws of nature aren't what I'm used to. Keep seeing stuff that just doesn't seem like it should be possible, though. Like I know someone who's about my height but spent a while as a six-inch fairy 'cause of a work accident. Pretty sure things can't work like that where I'm from." Zelan raises an eyebrow. "A six inch fairy because of a work accident? Well, I'm going to say that's probably because of magic of a sort I'm not that familiar with and let it go... The magic related work accidents I'm used to tend to be a bit less..." She frowns. "'Fun.'" "Magic stuff that makes it to where I'm from is usually pretty safe. I've got a few enchanted gadgets on me, but we don't see a lot of heavy-duty or experimental stuff. Definitely know 'bout the dangers of heavy machinery." Lee adds curiously, "What's something you wish you could do with magic that's against the rules of how it works, where you're from?" Zelan tilts her head and puts a hand up to her chin. "Hrrrm. That's a good question. There are so many things it can do." She ponders for a while on this before saying, "Maybe a way of fabricating an entire ship at once? Take the raw materials, cast the spell, watch it just build? Or better yet, without the raw materials? Actually, with enough effort and fine work, I probably could go from raw materials to ship with just magic, but it'd be more trouble than its worth with what I can do, and I'd need to actually know all that fine detail that goes into the electronics..." "Can one person even know all that fine detail?" Lee says. "I'd definitely be impressed by even creating metal parts out of rocks, never mind a whole ship. But that sounds like a good question for some folks who've been practicing magic here a while. I know some besides the ones at Frey's ya might try asking." Zelan shakes her head. "I really don't think one person can, not for every single piece of equipment on a ship. Once you start putting electronics into things, it can get insanely complicated. Especially when we start using molecular level detail." She perks up slightly at the mention of others. "Oh, really? Like who?" "Molecular level? Yeah, I'd be in real trouble if healing magic needed me t' know medicine. 'Was that liver supposed to go on the right of the stomach or the left?'" Lee grins. "If you can figure out a way they can reach ya, I'll tell 'em to give you a call. Know a couple mages and a mechanical-electronics expert all living together. Single stop for all your magic-tech questions!" Lee continues, "But Miriam and Skeeve and Ari're pretty busy with their own projects, so probably better see what kinda free time they've got first." Zelan laughs and nods. "Right! Healing magic? No problem! Just have to know the right elemental mix! Magic knows life, somehow! But it sure as heck doesn't understand how to build a nanotech motherboard!" She shakes her head as she calms down from her laughter. "They can contact my phone. My old one thankfully works with these networks here, not entirely sure how, but it does." She pulls the small device from her pocket, flickering her eyes about lightly as she does so. Once it's out in the open, a phone number is floating in the air above it in hologram form. "If you come across someone that sounds like they want to talk to me, feel free to have them give me a call." "Sure thing!" Lee agrees. Taking out their own very basic phone, Lee types in the number manually. "Apparently the network here doesn't like it when something's a cultural descendant of pocketwatches, even if it's basically the same thing as a phone. Had to get a phone here," Lee mentions, shaking the phone between their fingers before putting it back. "So what d' ya think your healing magic'd do with nanotech circuitboards if they were part of a living person?" Lee asks, "Was kinda wondering something like that after meeting someone who's a robot. See, my Refuge magic only actually heals my kind, but humans can still join the imaginary world while leaving their body and suitcase in stasis. Only how's the magic gonna know what's a suitcase and what's a mind?" To the latter question, Zelan shrugs. "Like I said, magic knows life. But it doesn't know technology... so when you use a healing spell on a cyborg, it only heals the living tissue." She then holds up a hand, her index finger extended. "However, it also seems to recognize when something is broken. There are mending spells that work on objects. Usually it's not very good with electronics, but if you put enough energy into it, it will fix even the most complex electronics... but still no one has figured out how to manufacture them using magic. Only fixing." "'Cause of course magicking up new computer chips'd be too easy," Lee says with a grin. "That's good to know about healing versus mending versus making, if it's still true here. Doesn't totally answer my question about completely artificial people, but makes me kinda suspect they wouldn't count as minds for the purposes of the magic and would probably get kinda annoyed at that." Zelan, once again shrugs. "I've never attempted to use magic on a Dek AI, so I can't tell you how it would have worked even in my world. My guess, though, is that it's not so much as counting as a mind or not as that it's organic or not." Lee shakes their head. "Not our magic. Humans count as people, 'cept for that no-healing thing," Lee explains. But pets don't. Really ticked off a dog lover one time when his 'precious little snookums' ended up in the magical cargo compartment instead of the dream world. But the other folks with us woulda found that creepy or at least annoying, so probably better it didn't work that way." Zelan raises an eyebrow. "Really? Huh. So then it recognizes the microbiome as being part of the person, then? I've seen someone try to create a magic device that killed anything that didn't fit a DNA profile of any of the intelligent races in an attempt to be 'healthier,' as he put it. It damn near killed him when his entire microbiome got wiped out." "Ouch," Lee says with a wince. "Good example of why we should leave medical device manufacture people who actually know medicine. Hope that guy was okay when he'd recovered." Lee then explains, "The Refuge magic doesn't really care what's on you or in you. Your consciousness ends up in the imaginary world, but fleas and cold and shoes and liver all end up protected and separate from your mind." Zelan nods. "Ooooh, I see now. It's not really you moving, I get it now. So does it work for any intelligent species, or just your species and humans?" Lee looks up with a thoughtful frown. "Actually, I dunno, now that you mention it. Just kinda assumed it'd work for anybody, 'cept maybe for the non-biological people." Lee grins. "Sure, I'll run up to random people to ask for supplies and permission to paint. But gotta draw the line at 'You wanna come see a pocket-universe simulation of my childhood vacation home? It's for science!'" Zelan smirks and changes her stance, putting a hand on her hip. "So then the problem, then is finding a non-human that isn't of your species either out here that's interested in magic enough to find this out, is that it?" Suddenly her body shifts, her face growing a short muzzle, her ears shifting towards the top of her head, and growing cream colored fur in those areas where her skin is visible. And there's of course the tail that now shifts lazily behind her as well. "I wonder where you'll find someone like that?" Lee grins and shrugs a shoulder at her initial question, then blinks in surprise as her appearance changes. "Uhhh... something like that..." Lee doesn't look shocked, likely on account of the odder folks regularly wandering by on the sidewalk below, but definitely surprised. Lee steps away from the glass and around to the side of Zelan to peer at her. "Pretty sure you can't make a disguise that good where I'm from. Had no idea," Lee marvels. Zelan shakes her head at the mention of disguises. "It's a trait that runs in my family, actually. While I prefer to blend in more where I am, this is what I actually look like..." She turns her eyes upward for a second before adding, "Well, this isn't my natural hair color, but it could be dyed red. It's a bit of a pain for someone with fur to just dye one area like that, but it could be done." She shifts just as smoothly as before back to her prior human appearance. "But like I said. I prefer to blend in more where I am, so I'll stick with this. I'm almost as comfortable as a human as I am as a sidran." She glances over her shoulder and down. "Though not having a tail can be a little wierd at times." Lee watches the reverse transformation just as curiously. "Ooh, so you're a... sidran were-human?" Lee responds with a grin, stepping back to lean an arm on the railing. "Once in a while, I'll run into a situation where my tail's just not fitting and wonder what it'd be like not to have it in the way there. But that probably comes from living around pretty much all human folks." Lee adds curiously, "So can ya mix and match parts? Keep just the tail?" Zelan shakes her head. "No, not a were- anything. I'm a Darkflower, I'm a shapeshifter. Like I said, it runs in the family, we're all able to shift around like that." She nods, however to the latter part, and her ears shift back to resemble the 'sidran' ears. Really, she just looks like a cat-girl now. "It's not really having 'set' forms at all. I'm not human at all, there's nothing human about me except how I choose to look." Her ears return to appearing human after she says this. Lee giggles at the appearance of just the ears. "Nice. Probably saves money on facelifts, but gotta be a real pain recognizing folks at family reunions." Lee adds curiously, "Can ya look like me, too?" Zelan takes off her glasses and studies Lee's face for a moment before she shifts her head to resemble Lee's. While a casual observer might think they could be twins(except for the fact that the rest of her body didn't change), Lee probably doesn't feel like they're looking in a mirror. It's far from a perfect copy, but then again, it's her first attempt and she doesn't have a mirror. "How do I look?" she asks, her voice also sounding odd as she's unused to the different mouth. Lee still looks surprised for a moment at the shift, then grins. "Ooh, not bad for your first try," Lee says, reaching up to feel her feathers. "I'll have the perfect alibi if I ever happen to rob a bank and forget to wear a mask." Lee asks, "Does the look come with venom-spitting?" Lee pushes a lip up to show the glowing spot of magic on one pointy canine. Zelan shakes her head, shifting back to her human appearance. "No, nothing like that. The changes are only skin deep, so to speak. I don't shift my organs around when I do this, for instance." She struggles to find an example of what she's talking about, and blushes ever so slightly as she comes up with one. "If I were to make myself look like a man, I'd not be able to, say, impregnate a woman. Or a human can't make me pregnant while I'm like this, for that matter. I'm still sidran on the inside." "Gotcha," Lee says with a nod. "Well, there goes my plan to use your abilities to skip out on child support and the bank robbery," Lee remarks playfully. "But even with the limitation on how far the shifting can go, that's still looks pretty fun and useful." Lee motions at themself. "Sadly, I'm just gonna have t' make do with my own awesome good looks." Zelan chuckles and nods. "Well, I have to admit, I do enjoy making myself beautiful in whatever form I take. I'm kinda plain in my natural form. Well, for a sidran, at least." Lee smiles at her admission. "Dunno if I'm real good at rating the beauty of fur. Little short on it myself. But yeah, I can totally understand taking advantage of the ability." Lee adds curiously, "Only, doesn't that kinda conflict wit the goal of blending in?" Zelan waves her hand a bit dismissively. "You'll have to take my word for it. I know what's considered attractive, what's ugly, and what's just plain." She then shrugs to Lee's question. "I blend in more like this than when I'm covered in fur, don't I? Forgive me for being a little bit vain." Lee leans on the railing while chatting with Zelan. Lee's left their splatter-painted tactical vest on the ground with various art pieces, including a small bowl made of lentils cemented into a hexagonal-gridded surface. "True!" Lee agrees. "And I dunno if I'd call that vain. Guessing the attempt to make yourself happy with it is pretty effective and not in vain at all." The elevator dings quietly as another group of visitors come up, and among them is a Buddhist foxgirl. Or at least, she has fox ears sticking out of her blonde hair, and is carrying one of those Buddhist monk-staves with the rings hanging off its headpiece. She's not DRESSED like a monk (or nun), though. "Ah, Tokyo Tower, centerpiece of so many series ..." she muses. Zelan shakes her head. "No, no, I mean, like, an excess in vanity? Does that make more sense? At any rate, if I'm going to turn heads, I'd rather it be because I'm pretty than because I look downright strange. They give me maybe a second look? But then not a third, I'm not the subject of a 'what is that?' stare." She shrugs, then glances over at said foxgirl, her attention grabbed by the sound of the rings jingling on the staff. "Then again... in this city, just about anything goes, doesn't it?" "Was just trying some bad wordplay," Lee assures. "Yeah, I totally get your reasoning. Course, ya don't seed t' justify your face any more than your clothes. You're just doing what makes you comfortable." Lee grins, "Like I don't dress up in garlands of flowers and taxidermied toads, 'cause I'm happy with my own style and don't need to impress the avant-gard fashion designers of the world." Lee glances over to Xiaomu as Zelan notices her. Lee smiles and raises a hand to wave to her. "Probably some limits, but a whole lot seems to go just fine," Lee agrees. The foxgirl waves back to Lee, walking over to him and Zelan. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything ... ?" Zelan looks down at her T-shirt. "Well, I've got much nicer clothing that I brought along, as well. Not much, though, I was planning on doing some clothes shopping after I arrived in Tokyo, but... well, you know." She then blinks. "...Taxidermied toads? I'm hoping you're joking again there." She then looks over to the fox girl and shakes her head. "Not at all, just a casual conversation, really." Lee chuckles at the remark about the joking. "Heya..." Lee calls to the new arrival. "Xiaomu, right?" (Lee gets the tones on that right, at least, even if they didn't remember the last name.) "Yup. Just chilling and chatting," Lee agrees before looking back to Zelan. "Dunno if we can find enough toads for a decent skirt," Lee says with a smile, "but I can definitely give some tips for buying used clothes." Xiaomu nods to Lee, "That's the name! And it's not really Mandarin, so don't worry about the intonation. I'm used to hearing it said the Japanese way, anyway." She inclines her head to Zelan. "Xiaomu, former agent of Shinra, still getting settled in NeoTokyo. Good to meet you!" She offers a handshake. Zelan makes a bit of a face at the mention of used clothes, then sighs in resignation. She may need to resort to that, after all. "No toad skirts," she says, not willing to go that far, at least. She looks up again at Xiaomu's introduction and takes the hand to shake. "Zelan Darkflower, former Design Team Petal lead at Magus Spaceworks, also still getting settled in Neotokyo." She pauses a moment before repeating her name, "Xiaomu," to make sure she's pronouncing it anywhere near correctly. "Nice meeting you as well." "Gotcha," Lee acknowledges the correction with a smile. "Whether I'm getting settled or not seems to depend on the day," Lee adds cheerfully. "So've y'all found any stuff yet that makes ya feel more at home?" Xiaomu nods to Lee, "A few things ... finding an arcade to hang out certainly helps, although I still need to hook up with the local police for something resembling my old line of work." Zelan sighs and leans back against the railing in front of the window, shaking her head.. "And I'm pretty much aimless right now." She raises an eyebrow to Xiaomu. "Ex-police, then?" she asks. Xiaomu waves a hand, "Not so much 'police' as special government agency. Shinra's a branch of the Japanese government back in my world which deals with supernatural threats and cross-dimensional weirdness in general - the latter mostly because there's this criminal youkai syndicate, Ouma, which instigated a major dimensional upheaval in our world some years ago, and anything Ouma does means Shinra gets involved trying to prevent it, minimize it, and/or clean up the mess afterwards. Lots of masquerade stuff. "Play taken care of, then work!" Lee remarks with a grin. "Fortunately for me, those're usually the same thing." Lee offers Zelan a pat on the shoulder at her remark before listening to Xiaomu with a vaguely puzzled expression. Zelan nods slowly, getting a vague idea. "So your universe isn't too far from this one? You got a lot of people from other realities. I guess that would make adjusting to this place easier." She blinks at the pat on the shoulder, apparently not having expected it. "Um, uh, so I'm guessing masquerade means most people don't know about Shinra or Ouma's existance? Or am I reading that wrong?" Xiaomu shrugs, "Dunno about distance, but it's a relatively similar world. I guess NeoTokyo is a lot less subtle about the whole worlds-crossing deal. And yeah, Shinra's done its best to keep the truth of the supernatural out of the public eye - the general public would freak out collectively if they knew that all the things that go bump in the night out of Japanese folklore were real. I mean, we're talking MIB crossed with a couple thousand years of variously terrifying legends." Lee frowns at Xiaomu's explanation. "Think I'd feel safer around dangerous stuff I understood than dangerous stuff happening for no apparent reason. Police here aren't hiding the freaky stuff they're dealing with." Lee adds, "Well, 't least I hope they aren't." Zelan sighs and shakes her head. "I meant in similarity. I'm apparently pretty bad at expressing myself today." Straightening up slightly, she adds, "Well, I'm glad things like magic aren't kept hidden in my universe, because that's kind of been a lot of my life's focus." She raises an eyebrow and nods to Lee. "From what little I've seen... If they're hiding the freaky stuff, I actually think I'd be grateful." | |
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