She had to laugh at that, because really, what else could you do? "Me, I think, at least from the waist up," she said truthfully, because Pierce knew her biggest, worst secret - another small one couldn't hurt. "You saw a wizard?" she asked, because his description brought to mind Merlin and Gandalf and Dumbledore. She looked impressed; she couldn't help it. "Because that's just not fair," she added, smiling at him and then placing a hand on his arm, her fingers soothing-soft, soothing-firm. "It'll be okay, Pierce," she told him, sounding every bit the calm grown up.
After all, after killing people with your pinkie being Merlin wasn't so bad really.