( She glances up, distracted. Oh, look who it is again. And he seems rather unnecessarily displeased with her. She'd be insulted if she had the energy. But he asks an excellent question. What has she done? Looking back down, she tries to take proper stock of herself. She's inexplicably thinner, her clothes hanging unflatteringly, and her hair's gone a shocking shade of white. )
no subject
Hard to say. It isn't really my area.
( The shrug is audible if not visible. )
I'm an archaeologist, sweetie, not a witch.