Powers winced at the Britannian's fanboy squee and promptly clamped a hand over Stephan's mouth. [i]Oh great. Not just a boy. But a fanboy to boot.[/i]

"Yep, thats me Private." Admitted Powers with a smile, taking her hand off his mouth when she figured Stephen cooled down. "The girl of World War Neuroi and the Liberty Girl series is at the front fighting alongside you, certainly going to be something to tell your folks back home when this is over. I'd appreciate if you don't do that again. Got enough of that in the states."

Powers turned back to her loft bunk and proceeded to take out a few sundry items. A few sets of clothes and uniforms, a pack of pictures of her old stage troupe, and a sizable bag of goodies. Taking a pair of bottles of cola out, she flash-chilled them with her magic and held one out to Stephen as a friendly gesture. "Well, you evidently know a lot about me, but you seem to have me at a disadvantage mister MacTeer. How did you end up getting some magic? I haven't heard a peep in the radio or newspapers or any Witch memos about a male magic user. Whats the big secret?"