Lenya nodded.
 
“It is usually easier to just wear a coat, and it will only last until the salt melts away.” As she spoke the small pile of salt seemed to slowly shrink. She ran a black leather glove along one of the benches, her fingertips painful as the blood flow returned.
 
“I think we might be dealing with a child, a juvenile I mean,” she clarified cursing English as the imprecise hodgepodge it was. With a wide arm gesture she encompassed the manga and anime.
 
“Young person with too much power and not enough sense,” she frowned thoughtfully at the crumbled wall.
 
“Maybe they shifted, used a spell to transform into … whatever went through that wall. I don’t see a lot of disturbance and destruction to indicate an angry summoned spirit.” She arched a pale eyebrow at Max.
 
“Of course that isn’t really my deparment.”