"Basically sleep isn't actually sleep, Eskel," she points out, one eyebrow lifting. "I can sleep on the floor."

He has a point about her clothes, though. She looks down at herself, at the skin-tight pants and equally tight top, the armored panels doing little to disguise the shape of her body.

"Yeah, I figured when they kept calling me a witch. I can't do any magic," she points out, wiggling her fingers. "Not even card tricks."

She should have asked Scott to teach her. God. Is she ever going to be able to get home? Will she ever see her team again?