She walks into the room and Nova feels the air change. It's like holding Alex's hand during a canto, except there's still a good six feet between them. She gives him a look as fierce as any Mortiz woman and her curls bounce kind of like Lula's. Nova doesn't relax, knows better than that, but he also can't help but be relieved that at least she feels like a bruja.

"I don't know," he says. "I was outside." Stupid thing to say, he realizes. Of course he was outside, that's where you come from to get inside.

"I was in Queens."