She nodded along, mostly getting what the problem was. Well not the magic being siphoned by another spell and some chick getting younger. Unless she hit the teens, probably she wasn't too sad for looking younger and feeling younger. Felicia held out he hand for the pictures and looked at the outside of the house. Swanky, very complex probably. She'd rather have some time to do some recon. Scowling, she looked at him flatly. "Oh no, I'm not a errand-girl. You don't get to just decide how much to pay me after I've done the job." She rolled the pictures up and slipped them into her sleeve. "I'll charge more late if this is a bitch and a half, fyi. And I want some kind of magical doodad or whatever to avoid spells. It's easier to get around hte invisible if I know whatI'm looking at. Throw me a bone here."