"Oh good, me casting spells on pure trying-not-to-die reflex doesn't always go well." She unwinds an arm from around his neck to make sure her mask hadn't been blown off. Nope, safe and sound and stuck to her face. Fantastic.
"Last I checked, I was somewhere near the U.S.-Mexican border," she answers. "Have you by any chance had any problems with a guy in black, beetle-themed armor lately?"
She's not sure if her teleporting is in answer to her questions or a side-effect of the spell or what, but it at least gives her a place to start.
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