The helmeted stranger seemed to relax a little as she saw him land without injury. Not graceful, but not with anything broken either. Reeve would get the impression that he was being stared at as he made his threats. If she had eyes, Celty would have totally been rolling them.

So she made an exaggerated shrug instead, lifting her hands with it. Right. Magic. If it were that simple then she wouldn't have run away from the cats.