Two of those three answers were likely yes. Obviously something had to power what she was doing—even if the natives called it magic, there were laws behind it. Machinery. What’s the machinery behind unicorn levitation? She shook her head, banishing the thought. She had done a little of that, once she put the helmet on. She could feel the ghost of a horn protruding from the helmet even now, glowing faintly purple. Every time she willed the armor to do something, her ghostly horn seemed somehow involved in the process. How, she didn’t know, and didn’t care.