Angel wasn't so foolish as to believe that the metaphysical properties of his world were the same ones that governed others. He'd seen plenty of evidence towards the contrary during his time in Pylea. Yet, the way her skin glimmered in the sunlight and how she'd seemingly reduced those tree branches to kindling with her bare hands pointed towards her being something other than human.

He wasn't going to assume anything.

"That shimmering thing you just did, was that make up or magic?"