She rubs her face with both hands, a gesture strongly reminiscent of the one Jenny used just a short time ago.

"All right," she says, casting one last glance over the surrounding wreckage. "See you in a bit."

Instead of wading through the icy flood, she glides over it, and when she reaches dry carpet she directs a slight frown at her shoes and they obediently become dry.

"It's magic, by the way," she adds as she's walking away. "All of it."