Cassandra frowned, watching Jones with interest. As far as she could tell, the woman had done little more than walk away and stare at the building. But looks could be deceiving. She knew that well enough. And for once, she wished she still had access to the full range of her shamaness abilities. At least, then, she'd be able to read Jones' aura and figure out what kind of magic she had.

In the absence of such an ability, she would be forced to resort to another method of learning the truth.

"Were you using magic?" she asked.