[ Without a twist of her wrist this time, the card vanishes and Sciel sits back a bit more, leaning on the fire escape railing with one leg hooked precariously between the bars. ]

I used to have a scythe up my sleeve too, but that seems to have escaped me.

[ How, she has no idea. It's a pretty large piece of equipment she can summon at will, but it seems to have popped out of her grasp and fallen away somewhere. A shame, too; she really liked it. And sure, she could get another pretty easily, so she's not too fussed... But she really liked that one. ]

But listen to you, being a busybody.

[ She smiles casually, completely at ease. Her eyes tell a different story: a kind of assessing scrutinizing like a predatory might, calm but watchful. She's an expeditioner, after all, and it's her job to look for openings. ]

You know about magic. [ Duh. ] You've got chroma where you're from?