Elia could feel the gathering of power in the other witch, see the change in her stance, and tsked in response. "That's a bad plan, darling. You don't want to do this." A pulse of Elia's own power, and the shadows from around the ticket booth gathered, forming into her signature darklings. Three of the little beasts hissed, slinking around their mistress' feet – not at their full power, with the sun still sinking toward the horizon, but growing in strength every minute.
With her handshake refused, the witch instead gestured to her own pets. "We have a lot of things here, Diana. Including a Coven that can look after you, if you're the girl I'm waiting for. Is Patricia in hiding herself, or dead?"