[h1]Rider[/h1] Rider brought her fingers to her chin, thinking over the subject for a moment. “I suppose you’re right. Surely the Habsburgs at least have enough wealth left over to afford a good catalyst… they may even still have some valuable catalysts in their possession. Hmm, but summoning one’s own family seems a bit… obnoxious.” Rider tumbled over the possibilities in her mind, glancing out of the food truck as a tour group passed by. Ordinarily she would’ve tried to lure them in with promises of free samples and the tastiest treats in Boston, but at the moment she was distracted. Maybe that was for the best. “It certainly could be a challenge… or incompetence. Though even if its the latter, they may have summoned a Heroic Spirit with ample ability to make up for it. Whatever the reason, they’re being very public about this. Which, if the Habsburg stock has made any kind of rebound in the past two centuries could actually be to their benefit.” Rider bit her lip slightly. “They work well with people, crowds. That’s the sort of Magi they were. Bending the wills of those around them… quite good at it, too. Some were better than others though, of course. If this modern Habsburg is anywhere near the upper end of the scale he could be quite the magus.” Sophie pursed her lips slightly at Naoko’s assessment. “Perhaps we should at least drive by and take a peek. From there we can size things up a bit better. We might be able to use them to our benefit if we handle them correctly.” Rider coughed at her Master’s last assertion. “They um… they could be I suppose. It… depends on how long they’ve been carrying on their old traditions. If you’re a girl drawn towards… very [i]defined[/i] jaw-lines then you might be quite taken with him.” Catherine snickered to herself and heading toward the front of the truck. “If we are to go, I’d like to drive. I think it’d be for the best, should we have to make a hasty retreat.”