Jane panted heavily, glancing around at the again-lifeless mannequins, then shivered and lowered his weapon. "...Son of a bitch," he muttered, lowering his weapon slowly. "I hate magic so much."

And that was apparently all he had to say on the subject. He slowly trudged over the sidewalk, sat down and rested his forehead in the palms of his hands. He set his weapon down next to him, sighed heavily and just slumped down, with nothing more to contribute for the moment.