The mention of a witch has Elin wrinkling her nose a little. She glances down a second before back to Noah, and when she speaks it's in more of a whisper.

"I'm not really supposed to talk to witches," her boss doesn't really like it. It's fair enough, she supposes, they can be ever so messy, after all.

"But I've heard of her. Did some mojo on you, did she?"