[ Jaime, who's also been standing in front of said empty shop front (this whole world is so bizarrely advanced, mechanism-wise, from his own), lets out an amused little noise as he considers the woman who'd come up only a few minutes earlier. ]
Does it? [ He knows nothing about Black Widows, not really. Not a lot about Craft or magic in general, either. ]
air time.
Does it? [ He knows nothing about Black Widows, not really. Not a lot about Craft or magic in general, either. ]
Have you been attacked by a Black Widow, my lady?