"Me? Oh, I'm fine. It'll take more than this planet's got to get me."

"Good!" She floats back down to hover just above the ground, dismisses her mirrors and Jet's hammock (after Jet is out).

"So - where to?" She didn't manage to scry the woman but she's getting a decently good feeling and also prefers starting out with trusting people. Jet can take care of the being scary to cross aspect; Wiccan would prefer to not start any literal witch hunts.

"Well, that depends on-" Something makes a beeping noise. "Ah, hold that thought." She pulls out a flat, palm-sized device and presses a button on the side. A miniature hologram figure springs up from it. "-Hunter. Would you call back if I told you this isn't a great time?"

     "Check-ins are scheduled for a reason, sweetheart," the hologram says. "The fact that you answered means this is a fine time. Where's Chance?"

"Checking the hospital site. We split up. I just got out of the western lab."

     ""Find anything useful?"

"Lotta raks. No signs of Godera."

     "Hm. Now, not that I don't trust you, but, well, I don't trust you-"

"Hunter-" Her voice is urgent, higher pitched.

     "-keyword: onomatophobia. Phase one." Legate's face goes very blank.

"Awaiting orders."

     "Rendezvous with Codename: Chance at the earliest possible opportunity and make a full report of your findings at the lab. Follow his instructions for the next step of the investigation."

"Orders acknowledged."

     "Revert to phase zero." Legate's face collapses. "Be seeing you, Legate." The hologram winks out.

"The fuck."

Jet is holding her polearm more tightly.

She takes a deep breath and appears to collect herself. "I kinda wish you hadn't seen that."

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's a bit of a long story. but that was my handler. He doesn't entirely trust me without... external motivation. Not exactly unfair of him. I am a defector, after all."

"It's unfair! It's - I want you to have control of your own mind!"

'Defector' sounds like 'not here willingly.' Wiccan has a thing about prisons.

"What are you-" She grimaces and puts a hand to her head. "Oh, that feels weird."

...Whoops, she didn't super mean to make that a spell.

"...I'm not really sorry, but, uh, your mind should be your own?"

"What- was that? What did you do?"

"A - spell? It's hard to explain, but if I want things in the right way I can make them happen. Sometimes."

"Magic. Messing around in my head. Great."

"...Sorry. I didn't - make you less you? Just..."

"I don't feel compelled to cut this conversation short so I can make the rendezvous, so I suppose I'm not entirely angry at you."

"That's good... I'm sorry if it makes trouble for you?"

"That... might depend on how thorough a job you did."

"Pretty sure I got everything? Or, like - I was kind of intending for your brain to work the way you want it to work?"

"That's a little vague, you realize."

"Yeah, you might wanna like - I guess check if I accidentally gave you superpowers or something, I think that's most likely weird side effect..."

"And how, pray tell, does one do that?"

"Uh. Try to figure out what's different? Or do a mental action thing that'd be different if your mind worked literally however you want?"