[She nods, a slight tilt of her head. Even knowing that doesn't help, the space still seems unfamiliar and strange. But she finds that more curious than scary, once she has a touch of a grasp on what happened.

She cups her hands together briefly, shapes a small blade out of the blue energy that curls along her fingers. Parlor tricks, admittedly.]

That's the hard part. If I'm under attack or anything like that, they spike, almost? Makes it harder to keep everything down. Especially if I'm actually trying to use them.