[Edriss' perfectly smooth expression doesn't betray anything inside. It doesn't betray her interest or the fact that, indeed, he just passed a test.

She doesn't trust the police, either.]

You at least offer something more useful than those mafia promises to "do something about it" in "your own way." Foolish little boy.

Tell me, Doctor. [Adjusting her position on the desk, gripping the edge a little differently. Thinking. Thinking uncertainly, at that.] What do you think of what the humans term "magic?"