The Scan he did would reveal a few interesting tidbits... like that it was probably nothing more than water in those, chemically speaking. But as for what wasn't chemistry, there was far more energy there than simple, mundane water was known for having. It was somehow serving as something akin to a battery. This was no simple MP refill potion, no ether, but it would probably serve much the same purpose.
And given that she was holding onto them, it was probably not a great surprise that a few clues about her were caught, in fetching that information about the bottles. Primarily, that she herself seemed to be mostly, if not entirely, energy as well -- some sort of being of manifest magic, rather than conventional flesh and blood. And, another layer on the puzzle cake, the bottles hadn't actually disappeared entirely when she'd pocketed them. Rather than being sent elsewhere, as with any kind of dimensional pocket or some types of Bags of Holding, they were somehow still present, though certainly out of view, his Scan's sense of them dulled, blocked by... her? ...Her clothes? But her skirt had no pockets...? So even if it were her outfit that had been conjured up, it still didn't quite add up.... It was a contradiction, and not one that advertised its answer very plainly.
And if she were pausing for more than a blink to make certain she had his name in mind, she was hiding it well. She nodded once, a not-quite-bow hinted in the way she did so. "Even... And my name is Mallia. Lovely to meet you. Although, I'm going to guess already that this isn't your world, any more than it is mine?" That odd little smile she gave, at that... no, this was not her world, and she was admitting to as much.
She seemed friendly enough... and she didn't quite come across as a Nobody, in what of his Scan had caught of a bit of her. She couldn't rightly be one, could she, when she also plainly enough had a heart still. And it was one with plenty of Light, at that; she was probably unlikely to be in an actually poor mood, let alone evil....
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And given that she was holding onto them, it was probably not a great surprise that a few clues about her were caught, in fetching that information about the bottles. Primarily, that she herself seemed to be mostly, if not entirely, energy as well -- some sort of being of manifest magic, rather than conventional flesh and blood. And, another layer on the puzzle cake, the bottles hadn't actually disappeared entirely when she'd pocketed them. Rather than being sent elsewhere, as with any kind of dimensional pocket or some types of Bags of Holding, they were somehow still present, though certainly out of view, his Scan's sense of them dulled, blocked by... her? ...Her clothes? But her skirt had no pockets...? So even if it were her outfit that had been conjured up, it still didn't quite add up.... It was a contradiction, and not one that advertised its answer very plainly.
And if she were pausing for more than a blink to make certain she had his name in mind, she was hiding it well. She nodded once, a not-quite-bow hinted in the way she did so. "Even... And my name is Mallia. Lovely to meet you. Although, I'm going to guess already that this isn't your world, any more than it is mine?" That odd little smile she gave, at that... no, this was not her world, and she was admitting to as much.
She seemed friendly enough... and she didn't quite come across as a Nobody, in what of his Scan had caught of a bit of her. She couldn't rightly be one, could she, when she also plainly enough had a heart still. And it was one with plenty of Light, at that; she was probably unlikely to be in an actually poor mood, let alone evil....