"Jedi?" A beat pause. "What's a lightsaber?" The mental feats he described sounded far too much like the dark arts for her taste, and the thought of encountering someone who could get inside her head and change her thoughts, or her memories was chilling.

"It wasn't magic, it was," huffing out a determined sigh she pulled the arm of her sweater up to reveal the handprint-shaped bruise around her wrist. "There's something, someone maybe, at the bottom of that lake and they know how to hurt someone." Dropping her arm she looked back up at Slick and shook her head. "I don't know how it is I didn't drown, it's all so hazy, but I remember the way it held my arm while I drifted down there."