Power floods through her, filling her up like an empty vessel, and it's so obvious how to use it--

So the dramatic intro is part of it. She puts one foot forward and points at nothing in particular... "Grand Design converging on a sacred task! The gears of the universe spin freely. I will arrange them to bring about perfect justice!"

She looks toward the ground and crosses her arms to her shoulders as shining brass that seems to glow from within flows down her body like rivulets of water, sorting itself into elaborate patterns and dragging a black dress under the metal. A pair of butterfly wings made of the same stuff fold out behind her. "The Clockwork Artist, Engineer of Perfection, is here to render useless the tools of evil!" She reaches out to grab a staff-sized object styled like an elaborate wind-up key, the kind used on old clockwork, that wasn't there a moment ago. 

"...Cool!"

"Congratulations!"

"Thanks! It's good that whatever decides who gets magic in your world likes me. And oh, I feel so light on my feet!"

"What spell didja get?"

"Gears of Change!"

She stabs the floor, and her turnkey-staff sinks ethereally into it. She turns it. Various glowy-brass pieces seep out of the area, a bit slowly. Springs, cogs, levers. Bits peel off of her costume, too, without diminishing it. They whiz around, attaching to each other and arranging themselves. She makes a little toy car over about thirty seconds. The floor is undamaged. The car zips around, under her control.

"The brass I'm making is not permanent, I think. It's probably faster on anything real, but I didn't want to mess with your stuff. And I had to pay attention, just, not as much as if I was putting it together by hand. I love it."

"That's really cool."

"Yeah! I'm gonna use it to build a bunch of little gadgets. Already, lots of ideas."

"Magical girls tend to get powers that're suited in some way."

"I always was a tinker, mechanic before- Getting locked up. Agh. I forgot about the whole point for a minute there, I'm not taking this seriously enough."

"It's fine to take time to decompress, your world's paused until you go back and it'll take time for the backup my sister's calling in to get here."

"Right, yeah... Does your advanced technology or magical-girl-ness have anything on slow poisoning and malnutrition and built-up stress an' fear besides 'stop getting poisoned more,' 'nutritious grub,' 'take a break in a safe place'? Also... I feel like the turnkey staff can do something else, how reliable are these sort of vague feelings?"

"Pretty damn reliable. And I can't do much more than 'take a break in a safe place' for stress, unless you also want, like, soothing music recommendations or something, but I've got a healing spell."

"I would like a healing spell. I definitely have at least two varieties of slow poison. The asbestos usually only makes problems over decades but a panel of insulation got shredded in my face. And the mercury was from a chemical leak. They're... Not great about workplace safety. It's pretty much the exact opposite of what's intended after all."

"Eugh. Well, Edie's already transformed, and my transformation sequence would interfere heavily with holding the door, and those are both slow poisons, so I'm just gonna call her over when she's done her current phone call."

"I'll sit at the bar and eat something and try to figure out what the turnkey is trying to tell me. Thanks for everything so far and everything coming up, by the way."

"My dad's parents were Holocaust survivors."

"I don't know how to react to that."

"It's--not that I wouldn't have done this just for your sake, that's what magical girls do, is we help people--but it's not just for your sake. It's for theirs, and anyone like them--and it's for us, too, we're Jewish, if we'd been there--" she cuts off and shakes her head. "It just--feels weird, having you thank us without knowing that."

"I waaas not really good at social even before I went to prison, um. So try to let me know if I say this weird? I understand better now. It actually feels a lot better that you have a personal reason to help that isn't related to me, or abstractly to helping people. Because I'm going to have a hard time trusting people to be what they look like after my former best friend left me to get caught by the gestapo to keep himself out of jail."

"You didn't say it weird. I mean, the content is horrifying, but that's not a you thing, it's a your-ex-best-friend thing."

"I guess... We understand each other a little better now, horray."

"Normally getting to know people is less depressing."

"Yeah, I'd hope so... I'm gonna go eat something yummy bar gives me and think about magical-girl-ness which I really should have done more of before I went and got it. But here we are."

"Here we are. Enjoy your food, Bar does fantastic recommendations."