She’s the one who blinks first, then looks away a little uncomfortably. "Maybe," she says. "There’s a whole lot of ‘ifs’. If I’m right that the trigger is magical. If I’m right that it’s only a specific spell and not just generalized magical activity. If, if, if ..." She tries to smile, but there’s no humor in it, the expression ending up more like a grimace. "If I had a real lab, with a trained staff, and all the bells and whistles ..." Her lips twist back from her teeth, and she spits, "Frag it!"