Very.

I'll send a car over tomorrow at 6AM.

Excellent, thank you.

The car is there at 6AM.

It's... well it's still a fancy car but it's not a fancy limo. More like a fancy tank-disguising-as-a-car.

She is fine with this, this is a fine thing for a fancy car to be. Her set of throwing knives come along, and she sits in the car and tries to distract herself from the incessant shaking by tapping little rhythms with her fingers on their handles.

The inside of the fancy car contains three people wearing dark fully-concealing suits. "We have one for you in the back if you want it," says one of them. "But it's less useful for vamps."

"They're for protection?" she clarifies, archly.

The person taps their goggles. "And also enhanced and night vision."

"Sure why not. I probably don't need it, but there's value in not standing out, considering." She holds up the hand wearing the rock of soulkeeping. "And the gloves would be useful regardless."

The speaker reaches being their seat for Yvette's suit, and another one tosses a little silver coin towards her. "Privacy charm."

She recognizes the coin as one similar to the one Jack used earlier, and catches it.

"Thank you."

And here's the suit.

She accepts the suit, peers thoughtfully at the coin to get an idea of how well it does its job, then decides that actually she doesn't care all that much. It's not like she hadn't proudly flaunted her naked body at anyone interested (and several that weren't interested) while she was soulless, after all. Modesty now just seems... silly. Still, she can care on principle, and drops the coin onto her seat to see if it does the privacy thing.

Yep. Different privacy thing, though; her surroundings become... not exactly blurry, but she has as easy a time paying attention to it as she would a particularly dense paragraph of Les Misérables in Czech after spending five consecutive days awake running on caffeine and spite. It's not that she can't see stuff, but rather she just can't commit any of it to memory or notice any of the details of her environment. It's quite disconcerting.

What a shitty privacy thing, they really are in dire straits for witch recruits if this is their best privacy coin for blocking sight. How did they pull off this garbage? This had to have been a seriously inefficient reach around through some obscure practices in order to get this weird thing. Ugh. Whatever.

She changes, then picks the coin back up.

"I need to give you access to my database," she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose and offering the coin back to its source.

The source accepts and pockets it.

"Database?"

"I was the main magical support for a Slayer that made it to her twenties. She tended to break scary magical things and then hand the pieces to me to figure out. I made a database cataloging it all, and some programs for using it to predict possible spell combinations to get specific results. While I was soulless I kept up the habit because magic is this infuriatingly complicated messy spiderweb of near-nonsense, and its very presence insults me even when I'm missing my entire moral backbone. I apologize for not handing this over to you sooner, that's, uh, that's my bad really."

"Ah. Yeah, that would be useful. I don't think they'll replace the coin, though, it's good for blending in crowds and they batch-produce this stuff."

"The idea itself isn't bad, it's the fact that the inside does the same thing as the outside that's my problem. It seriously infringes on the user's ability to use it in a crowd and still be able to tell what's going on around them. You do not necessarily need to have it do the same on the outside as on the inside, one way illusions are a thing."

"Oh yeah that. It's kinda annoying but you get used to it."

"Yeah, I want to fix that so you don't have to. Later, though. I need to get some morally unsanctionable murder out of my system before I can properly be a magic nerd."

"You been briefed?"

"Nope!" she says cheerfully.

"Right, so—" Pause. "Wait, what? Not at all?"

"Nope. I sent an email asking if I could please handle some of my horrible trauma by murdering things that deserve it, CEO said okay she'd send a car at 6 AM, here I am."