Celecia reaches into her purse, pulling out a small, amber vial.  She inspects it in calm silence for a moment.<strong>"I wonder how that man defines noncombatants."</strong><br/><br/>She tidies her plate, dabbing her napkin at the corners of her mouth before rising.<strong>"Well, this will not be the first magical catastrophe I've had to deal with, and I have no intention of letting it be my last.  Miss Callie, how confident are you in your magic?"</strong>Even as she speaks, she walks toward the door, to follow the guard upstairs.