"Oh, you don't like absolutes? How about real, real hard, then?" Watching the other woman drink, she thought she'd have to get another drink of her own soon. Didn't want to risk sobering up.

"I don't know shit about magic either. Who does? Not even people who use it do. Speaking as one of those people. Nanos--that some science thing? I don't know shit about that either." She'll use it, no problem, but she doesn't need a big explanation.

"Yeah, we had to deal with some terrorists." She left the matter vague and moved on. "I've got a better one, though." She pulled down on her collar until her shoulder was revealed, along with some extensive, darker scarring. "Nearly got my arm blown off by an explosion. Then I had to dig through some rubble to rescue the president."