"A witch, huh?" Isabel shrugged. Something strange was clearly going on here, and although what had just happened seemed within the possibilities for an exceptionally strong alien - or several, as Nasedo certainly couldn't have done this all at once - the claimed abundance of supernatural people here lent credence to the idea of witches.

Driven by her stomach, Isabel made her way to the last of the cooked bacon and loaded some onto a plate with some bread, and poured herself a cup of coffee. It was all getting cold, but she heated it as her hand passed over the plate on the way to pick up the coffee mug, which she warmed as she held it and sat down to eat. Everything had the characteristic tang imparted by using her powers to heat food, but at least it was hot and filling.