"Magic? No shit," Sonja said with a laugh, trying to put the young woman at ease. "What are the odds? I'm the magic type myself." Sonja pushed her Dior sunglasses up, cleared her throat, and pulled a bright blue Cupid's Dart from nowhere, generated out of thin air. A harmless trick, that required virtually no expenditure on her part. One of the first things she had found herself able to do, even before she had gathered as much faith as she had now. Sonja handed the flower to Belladonna, a friendly gesture.

"I'm from St. Louis," she said with a grin. "The Spirit of St. Louis. You can call me Still if you really want, but Sonja works just fine for me." She gave the girl a friendly pat on the shoulder, got up to grab herself a slice of the pizza Belladonna was enjoying, then rejoined her. "See, back home, pizza is always done real thin and crispy, and is cut into squares, not triangles. Quality over quantity, right?" Sonja took an experimental bite of the pizza, then made a face. "Chicago stuff doesn't really catch on in St. Louis. That's, like, a thing."

Sonja set down the plate, pushed it aside. "So you're a magic user! I gotta be honest with you, the last few ones I met were trying to kill me. I don't get to talk shop often. So what's your area of expertise? Elemental? Necromancy?" Sonja knew she was babbling, but her excitement at finding someone with whom she shared a little common ground was bubbling over. Even if the League chose not to take her on, might as well help one of the new kids start out.