"It's probably the witch-magic. It's strong stuff, I can feel it from half a mile away. They send me cruising across cities to detect new Witches before they hurt someone by accident, sometimes."

She walks back outside. Once there is no longer a roof over her head she takes a deep breath and punches the air sharply. A bolt of white energy shoots up about twenty feet before dissipating, and dumps more essence into the air then thirty seconds of Grendyne just sitting there.

"Egh. That was really weak, I'm too tired."