She snorts something like a laugh—good fucking luck is about right for how she feels about it all, lately. But that's never stopped her ramming her head against something until it gives before, and it's not going to now.

"Not so much. 'sides the basics." Vaguely what the Captain wants from them being here, the fact no one dies, odds and ends like that. Common knowledge stuff, for the most part. "I'd be kicking holes in a mess like this by now, anywhere else, but the bleedin' magic nonsense and not having my usual connections doesn't help."

She's used to the kind of confusion you can brute force your way through with some old fashioned detective work and being out of time, out of Gallery, away from most of her usual team, and having magic in play isn't exactly turning anything in her favour.

Which, on magic nonsense, "Whadaya mean the food doesn't go bad? Like— at all?"