you can't just ask people why they're metal, susan. i'd love to have her be swept up in the crowd at the time, was thiiis close to doing some magic, and then decided: you know what, this tall tin english guy has got it covered. she thanked him afterward by asking him what he wanted to eat and just magic-ing it into existence in a little takeout swan. what's the point in knowing deep dark magical secrets you once sacrificed life and some limb for if you can't just become postmates?