So Ilia was one of the people with otherworldly powers. "Were you less encumbered last night? It seems quite a few were." Lana tried a punch with her left hand; that felt distinctly odd, and it showed in her technique. So she repeated it, her brow furrowed as she concentrated.

"I wish I knew why they even wanted people like me here. Those of us who fight with words, rather than weapons," she said, clarifying, even when it was pretty obvious what she meant. Like, oh, a lawyer. Hah. "They haven't given us much opportunity to use our skills. They haven't even bothered limiting those."