Mantis is still adjusting to the beach, the sand that shifts under every step she takes, but someone had told her they were meant to be picking up, so Mantis has spent the last several hours picking bits of colored trash, paper and plastic from the otherwise pristine sand. She is fairly good at doing as she is told, after all.

It is as she is slowly placing each trash item into the bag she had been given, that something catches her attention down the beach. Something is very familiar about the nature of that blue light glinting over the damaged booths, smoothing the damage and revealing untouched walls and rooves in its place. Familiar indeed, though she does not recognize the man responsible. Hrm...

"Is that alchemy?" she finally cannot help but ask, after standing oddly silent behind him and studying the phenomena for some time.