"Well, I don't know what else to call it," Bonnie said with a tiny smirk that she didn't even try to suppress anymore. "Because where I come from, that's called magic and I'm what you call a witch. Just don't ask me where my broom is or I get cranky." She watched as he tried to make sense of what she had done, but when he found nothing and held his hand protectively over his coffee, she finally gave into the giggles that had been threatening to burst out for awhile now.
It wasn't her fault that this was so ridiculously amusing! "Don't worry, I can only manage mice right now anyway," she said, only partially joking. It was hard to stay lighthearted about this when he asked questions like "Why me?" though. Those questions she didn't have answers for. She doubted anyone did. "Honestly? I don't know. The seal, which is what brought you here, seems to pick at random. They brought a few magical people here and a few Jedi, but they also brought a kid here who can't do much more than colour within the lines. Why her? Why me? I can't answer that. Maybe it saw something in you that would help either side of this fight. That's how I'm taking it. We have a guy that works with the FBI. Maybe it brought you here to keep things smooth with the law."
She held out her own medallion, lifting it away from her neck to show him. "Just this. If you draw this symbol on the floor, it'll keep a demon trapped on it. There's a whole "How to" class at the complex that people might have mentioned to you already. Which is your safest bet to be, if you don't have any abilities."