Zoey shrugged, "About normal for someone like me. After I got the lay of the land anyway. Lots of putting away things-that-go-bump-in-the-night." She turned her mask over in her hands: In honesty, most conversations with her didn't last this long. Maybe a sentence before the hypothetical person saw her and fled. So, so far, a successful engagement into social entanglement. She levitated from the kitchen a tea kettle she'd been boiling earlier and some cups, and set them on the table. A parlor trick, really, but useful. She poured herself a cup and snapped. Instantly, the steaming liquid changed into what looked like hot chocolate, though before it was a peach tea. Again, a simple illusion spell. She hated tea, but it was beneficial to drink. After a quick sip, she laid back into the chair and observed Travis. He honestly looked a bit like a cowboy without the hat, or the six shooter. It probably didn't help that he was in bad shape. 

She took his cup and dumped the regular tea packet out, pulling out one of her pouches. She opened the soft, satin pouch and took out a pinch of purple petals that gloo very faintly and placed them in a small steel ball that was also in the pouch. She put that in the cup, and poured the boiling water in. The result was a water that was slowly growing more, and more purple over time. She set that in front of him, and went back to the couch to study her the state of her hands.

"Now that you mention it, though," she continues, "There was a particularly large spider in one of the caves that gave me some trouble. It wasn't tough perse, just fast on it's, errr, claws. Knicked my hand here," she tapped on the space between her thumb and pointer. "Still, it's taken care of.