Adama waves a hand in a vague gesture. A glowing orb of white briefly 
surrounds the hand, then dwindles. If this is proof that Adama is a mage, it’s
the first that Tikki can recall seeing with her own eyes. She suppresses her 
surprise, resists a sneering smile, and tightens her finger slightly on the 
trigger of the M22A2. Nothing further of a magical nature seems to happen. Adama 
frowns, looks at his hand, then at her, seeming puzzled. Tikki’s mildly
surprised about that, too.