ID let out the other half of the breath she was holding, fanning it away to prevent it from accumulating.  Last thing she needed right now was an accidental detonation.  ShieldTown was near guaranteed to be a safe locale, and to boot it was protected by a Hedge Mage of some skill, at least judging by the quality of the charms and wards scattered throughout the settlement.  When she chose this location as her rest point she had no idea the magician in question was from the prestigious Locklear family... a tidbit of information Mother would definitely be interested in.

She spent most of her time there recuperating after operations, so not having to burn this bridge was definitely preferable.  As for the Templar he mentioned... they could be housing her sister.  They bore a strong resemblance, but [i]Dean didn't need to know that.[/i]  

Wait... what was he doing?  He crushed something in his hand and she squinted against the golden light... what a peculiar signature: she'd never seen one that arranged itself naturally into patterns before.  What kind of magic was that?  A detection spell?

[b][color=#d9145f]"I have modest skill with [Illusion] magic, can turn myself invisible from mundane eyes, and make minor alterations to my appearance,"[/color][/b] she admitted before snapping her hands over her mouth with a surprised expression.  A simple "no" would have sufficed.  [b][color=#d9145f]"I like to have done up eyes, but I'm terrible at makeup!"[/color][/b] she blurted out, after stammering for a long minute.  

[b][color=#d9145f]"My eye-shadow, liner, and mascara are all illusions!  [i]Aaaah![/i]  What have you done?!"[/color][/b]