She grinned then, quick and sharp, "Hey, if the abracadabra works for you, I'm not going to knock it, not something I'd be able to get away with, absolutely no poker face." A silent confirmation that she knew what he could do, and could do the same herself.
A one-shouldered shrug followed, sweeping her hair back from her face with one hand, securing it with a band from her wrist, "Just saying, don't go and paint a target on your own back."