"Well, that was a bit of a given," she murmured. "Every answer has a silent 'as well as it can be in this cage, anyway'," she continued. In her head they did, at any rate. Things were bearable, and would perhaps be a bit moreso if she could legitimately put to use what Jaime had found for her.
But that was neither here nor there and best not thought about while engaged in conversation. She'd have to drag Spike out there some day soon and see what he thought.
She glanced over to Iridia as she considered the question. "Three or four yards before I really feel the effects. Five, and it starts to hurt. We've only once been pushed past that, and it's not something I ever want to feel again." She was watching her dæmon, saw his skin quiver at the reminder, and she herself twitched slightly. "I don't know how the witches manage, honestly. I'm not certain the powers are worth the pain it would bring to have ones soul torn away like that."