Standing nearby, a girl with large wings and a long tail seems to be busy writing something in a notebook. Her daemon, presently in the form of a caracal, lies curled up by her feet, ears twitching at the sounds of voices coming from Luke and his daemon.

"If you want water that doesn't taste weird, don't try drinking it out of weird places," Rita says flatly, glancing up from the notebook with a raised eyebrow. "And why the heck would it evaporate?" She didn't look like it, but as it turns out, she was listening.