Siobhan had been going slowly but surely crazy. She had a particular itch that tended to crop up whenver she hadn't had a chance to wander for more than a week or two, and it had been significantly longer than that that she had been cooped up in Goodnight for. The itch had gone from an easy-to-dismiss little irritation to a full-blown rash at the back of her mind, her toes twitching when she lay down to sleep, her hair longing to be whipped by the wind as she drove away from this place. It would have been intolerable, had her recent migrane-related issues not been cleared up recently. That being said though, the atmosphere of the mall was oppressive to say the least. Although she hadn't actually ended up in a fight, she had had to cut her losses more than once, and as it turned out, her powers were tricky to practise. Her teleportation? Easy enough, and she had gotten better at controlling the aftereffects of one too many blinks. Her glamours? Also not impossible... But the others were unethical at best and lethally dangerous at worst, and she had eventually had to concede that field experience was the safest way to go about learning her limts when it came to them. She listened to the spiel impartially and impassively... But then came the question, and her answer soon after. "Yes." Nothing else was needed. It was simple, it was direct, and it captured all her feelings in three marvellous letters. Oui. Si. Olur. Chai. She knew a lot of ways to say it, and none changed the meaning too much. Seemed like most of her companions were of a similar mindset.