"Mmm, yes, my friend 7 is the one who lived in the house. She accidentally burned it down after trying to get rid of those rodent blighters that keep icing things." It was a real shame, and she knew that 7 was depressed about it, but it was an accident. "We got a little present out of no where." Hawke snapped her finger, and a flame bursted into light on her palm. She seemed very in control of it now, but she learned a lot from watching the mages in her life. It took a lot of frantic waving of her arms for awhile first.

After showing that off, she closed her hand and it went out. She was very proud, secretly, but tried to seem casual. "Hello! So are you an architect?"