When the lock she had been coaxing open vanished and the area went from the twilight dark she had been working at to someone's living room bright, Felicia knelt where she was and had to blink a few times for her eyes to settle. "Oh come on! Is it so dire I couldn't even finish the job-hey gimme that!" She waved her hands in the air to catch the floating jewel, snatching it from the air. "Alright, fine, since you have me here."
She looked him over critically, and hrmmed. "The floppy poet's shirt has got to go. We are so not in the eighties any more. And keep the 'stash above the lip, handlebars are for bikers."