"Well, yeah, that's the problem - always is, with power." The sheer scale of it still gives Saturday the willies, though. "That's just. A lot of power. By the standards I'm used to."

She shakes her head again. "At least there's people trying to do the right thing. Man, and I thought I had a hard time of it. Christ." And she lets the silence sit while Remy eats, trying not to worry too hard about a world she has no connection to.

"Oh, yeah?" she says, when he speaks again. "I'm guessing it doesn't work much the way it does where I'm from... for us, magic power comes from essence, which is sort of like, this energy everything alive just has naturally, because it's alive. Even on the nonmagical ends of the cycle it's present, only there's no excess to chuck fireballs and such with."