"I kind of have a thing for synchronicity too, so.. Old me probably set it up that way... given enough time and expecting paths cross. There's not a lot of coincidence in magic."

Part of her knows and understands how this all worked out, the other part of her struggles to understand and explain. It's a bit disorienting.

With Smoke having darted away, she tucks her foot up, letting it rest idle... for now.