[She picks them up gently in her shadowy hands, turning them over a few times to observe them properly before setting them back down.]
Always theorizing, that one. Give me just a moment.
[She strides over to her mirror, and her shadowy arms seem to plunge into its depths as if it's made up of water. There's a ripple, a blink in her eye-lights as she closes them... feeling...
...
Her hands return empty.]
That item doesn't seem to exist where you came from, [is all she says.]
no subject
Always theorizing, that one. Give me just a moment.
[She strides over to her mirror, and her shadowy arms seem to plunge into its depths as if it's made up of water. There's a ripple, a blink in her eye-lights as she closes them... feeling...
...
Her hands return empty.]
That item doesn't seem to exist where you came from, [is all she says.]