"Yeah." Val sights down the scope of her rifle, frowns, and starts making adjustments. "It's not ideal, but the Legion's got almost no magical expertise. There aren't many people here I trust not to say something stupid that gets them trapped for eternity and to stay out of my way."

Her cute but disturbingly efficient way. Satisfied with the rifle's alignment, she gets to her feet, picking up the backpack that had been sitting next to her. It's shaped like a flower in cheerful shades of pink and yellow, and slightly too big for her. Whatever's inside clanks together like metal as she settles it on her shoulders.

"There's some pretty steep time dilation involved, so it'll probably only be a few minutes on your end," she says, slinging the rifle. The barrel sticks up a considerable distance past the top of her head. "If I'm not back in a couple hours, bring in Dr. Stantz. Ghostbuster on the roster."