She remembers dreams rather well. Not with any kind of supernatural clarity, but in the way one remembers an event taking place in the ordinary world of the waking, just as fast to fade. But the crumpling of the hunterbot had been rather remarkable and so of course Wolfgang knows magic. Of course it isn't just a theoretical wildness.

Maybe, then, it's as off-colour to joke about their dangers as it would be to remark on the same thing in her homeworld. It isn't really a thing she flusters over, Wolfgang's response understated, almost tired, tolerant. Benji just says an ah of understanding, interested, but--

"I'd need them to magic away the guilt of buying scarves when someone's housing me," she says, turning away from them, taking a step to head deeper into the bazaar. "Come on, we'll go disappear around here and you'll be home free."