[The camera angle showed Samantha leaned up against the brick edifice of one of the buildings in the Loki district. It was just after hours for the day and she'd locked up already. One hand flicked at a dark looking cigarette while she stared into the distance. It was nearly out and she was apparently staring, transfixed by the light while it neared her fingers.

The half demon winced, pinching the embers and crushing them before brushing her hand and letting the last shreds of tobacco and cloves flutter to the ground. She looked at her hand and chuckled to herself]

So, I guess everyone's talking about the fight that's coming. Something's occurred to me. There's a few of us who've had powers stripped, things taken away from them. A few of you have lost a lot, some just a few tricks. Are there any of you who're glad you don't have your powers here, even if it means you're not as strong as you could be against whatever's coming? [It wasn't that she didn't miss her magic, but some of those pieces of being a half demon that made her feel less human... She didn't miss them much.]

Now, just need to get a damned ice pack.