The Thief and the Blind.

When Adelita glances up, the stranger gives another shout of laughter, one that crawls under her skin this time, and they’re off like a shot. It’s quick enough that she can only give a small startle that fades just as the stranger had into the mists. Blessing. It feels more like a toxicity in her grasp, the magic still something entirely off. She wants to throw the bones, but the stranger is still somewhere near, judging by retreating steps. 

For a moment, Adelita weighs the option of maybe chucking the bones at where they were running, but the weight and how her hand doesn’t dip much tells her that the bones wouldn’t get that far either. Instead, she clenches her hand tighter, hiding the bones in digits. She’ll throw them later, perhaps.

Her head turns, and she gets ready to move, but her body jars in place, a sudden halt that causes metal to groan along joints, and her eyes widen. Another stranger, one that had come out of nowhere, and quite speedily. It isn’t often that Adelita gets scared by something, or that someone gets the jump on her. However, this time, there was enough to send adrenaline soaring through her body, to the point where she grabs out with her magic.

Metal tightens a moment, and she can feel it shifting as she shapes sharp ends to each finger for self-defense, and her eyes narrow as she stares down a white masked figure. One that is far less detailed than the last, but it’s still one that makes her skin almost crawl with a warning. It looks almost childish, and rougher around the edges. Alarm bells ring in her head, but she pushes them down when suddenly the stranger speaks.

“Yes I took something.” It was out of curiosity, but who is she to spill details to strangers? Again, without really thinking too much into it, she reaches into her magic, and the metal becomes harder along her limbs, protective. A moment or two from lashing out, maybe. As tired as she is, haggard from work, she can still fight with help from adrenaline. Even as the magic saps at her.

This time when questioned, her eyes narrow again, sharp and unforgiving as she stares at the mask, tracing the carvings with her gaze. “No thank you. I’ve had enough Blessings and Curses tonight.” It’s short, and she scowls a little, refusing the strange plant that looks like it’s writhing in the air. Certainly, something like that would do just as much damage, wouldn’t it? “I doubt there’s any safety in a still living plant.” Her eyes fixate on it a moment, watching the dark ivy wriggle in the air, and she finally makes herself take half a step back, heavy metal hitting the ground with her step.

She waves a sharpened hand at him, shaking her head. One word does stick though, and she pauses, just for a moment. Temporary. Wait, was it a magic that would do something to her? She doesn’t like the sound of that. “Temporary. What will these bones do to me?” She finally opens her hand, gaze drifting up before she’s scowling again, shaking them in a gesture of frustration and annoyance. "Well?"