"You should be fine, you're a Disaster. --Which is one of several semiofficial ratings of combat potential, judged mostly by highest elementalism rating. If monsters show up in Chicago you'll probably get a phone call asking you to help clear them out, because you're quite dangerous even untrained."

"I'm a disaster? I don't like that, why is that the word for it?"

"Hazard, Disaster, Calamity - ranks three to five. I think it was originally ORC police griping about how much damage you - we, I'm a Hazard - can do to the landscape if we're not careful."

"Well, I don't want to go around calling myself a disaster. That's negative self-talk or something. I can be, like, a storm?"

"People won't really know what you mean. If you don't want to mention it, it won't come up that much. There are policies that refer to it, but they don't even officially use the names."

"Well, okay. Anyway. Thank you for the coat."

"Of course! If there's anything else you want help with, let me know."

"Thanks! Will I like, run into you places or are you mostly hunkered down here?"

"The world's pretty big, hard to run into people by accident. But I'm around Arcadia regularly, for elementalism practice in their gyms or helping out new witches looking to network. My actual house is out in the sticks in alternate-Earth Nova Scotia, so you won't really see me in Chicago."

"Okay. Thank you so much for everything!" And she gives a little wave and lets herself out of the shop.

"Good luck with everything!"