"Not like that. It...feels like something. You'd know it as soon as you picked up my magic wand, you can just...tell. Machines aren't like that, they're cold and dead and ugly."

She paused, resisting the urge to reach up and touch the pendant around her neck. "And I don't use it because I don't know where I'll end up when I do. I might get dropped somewhere safe, or I might end up in the ocean, or as high as the clouds up in midair, or any number of things."