>Nod and enter
>The air in here is damper than you were expecting, even more so than when you were here the other day, and the scent of salt water hangs heavy in the air. You stop yourself from wrinkling your nose at the smell, and from blanching at the memories it stirs of that battle with the Water Champion at the CRA. Low volume music floats through the thick air, a Bonn opera if you're not mistaken. Patchy does enjoy classical music, though someone has turned it low to accommodate easier conversation, which is what is presently going on between Sanae and Reisen. The two women are seated at a small kotatsu, and based on the ease of Sanae's smile and the energy in her voice, she appears none the worse for wear for her experience yesterday.
>Weirdly, though, you spot some of what you believe to be magical accoutrements out in full display. The bowl Patchy was using the other day is sitting on the kitchen countertop, next to a trio of jars containing different kinds of powders, and an open book written in Bonn sits not far from it. Considering that Patchy's experiments are supposed to be hush-hush, seeing evidence of them out in view of a relative stranger in Sanae is most unexpected.
