[ On principle, Matt didn't love Silco sounding so certain. The phrase I move faster than she does hit his ears with a particularly ominous weight. Of course, Matt had his own share of ill portents: the warping and rippling of reality around his stump being one. That discordant note wasn't perceptible to him, though--only to Silco.

On a more concrete level, Matt also didn't love the word "backup." His nose wrinkled before he could stop himself. ]

That's me. Here to track down all the most consequential ... potters in the land. [ He also couldn't help sounding ever-so-slightly dry. ] Unfortunately, I never learned where her actual house is, so I don't think I'll be much help.