That declaration draws out a deep, satisfied, rumble of a purr from Sadie as her skin continues its attempts to spontaneously combust. Wrapping her arms around Ben she squeezes, "Same." Is Sadie's reply in all her flustered eloquence.

She could pull back to answer Ben's question, to watch the ideas and possibilities flicker across his face, but they have some time to wait still until the next train and she's more than comfortable here so she won't. "The fireball was mostly yellow in colour with some orange so nothing especially hot as it flew through the air. But it did literally explode on contact so had concussive force behind it as well."