She raised her hand when a barback walked past and asked him for a whiskey, then turned her attention back to Jo.
"For something to successfully take me and the being I awoke with... it'd have to have considerable power. Either numbers or actual brute strength. Or both," Phaedra offered.
She shook a dark strand of hair out of her eye.
"I can't think of anything capable of moving both me and a..."
Her eyebrows drew together. She knew Simon was some type of fae, she just didn't know which.
"... I'm not entirely sure what he is, but between the two of us..."
She shrugged her slender shoulders.
"The best theory I've heard is aliens, though I have some trouble swallowing that."