[She isn't completely focused away from the sky-- there are more of those birds flocking overhead, perching occasionally on rooftops and watching the people moving around below. She follows Dorian's example, tugging at the hem of her jacket to settle it properly. One hand lingers in a pocket once she's done with it.]
Magic, actually. [So deadpan it might be mistaken for the truth, instead of a joke. Moments later, the silver surrounding her disappears completely again. She gestures to herself as though the shielding was still there.] Personal armor. A Radchaai technology.
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Magic, actually. [So deadpan it might be mistaken for the truth, instead of a joke. Moments later, the silver surrounding her disappears completely again. She gestures to herself as though the shielding was still there.] Personal armor. A Radchaai technology.