She followed Tanya to where a man not much older than Clarice was sat hunched over a laptop screen, an array of strange electronic devices scattered around him.<br/><br/>"Clarice, Myra, meet my friend Eric. His powers don't really have a name but he likes to call himself a technomagus," she said with a smile.<br/><br/>"Basically he's a dab hand with anything electronic," Myra said out of the side of her mouth to Clarice, managing to stifle a laugh. Eric grunted a hello, barely looking up from what he was doing to acknowledge their presence.