That earns him a highly skeptical look. 'Okay' is not a term she's ever heard anyone use in relation to suckers - even when it might apply, like with Con, though that's perhaps due to the fact that she's the only human she knows who's okay with him. And, again, he's the exception to what is still a pretty hard and fast rule.

Or maybe she's still having some issues with the idea of a habitable New York. Major population centers did not fare well during the Wars, and her universe's NYC is one of those too-numerous places so well and truly wrecked that not even the wilderness will take it back.

"Count yourself lucky," she says, making a face. "We'll be lucky if we aren't all under the dark in a hundred years." Which, if she goes on with the magic-handling, might be something she gets to witness firsthand. What joy.