Jones does a bit of a double-take, getting a glimpse of his aura—dear God in heaven, what has been done to him—and a number are clearly magical injuries. Well, it's clear why he knew she was magical; he's had more than his share of encounters with the magical. Why he's not running screaming from her now is the real question, given what he's been through.

She studies him closely. "Say, here's one thing I've been wondering for a while," she says. Her tone is level. Maybe a little too level. "How did you know I was a magical sort when we first spoke? I realize magic is more common here than it is most places, but...?"