She laughs, pressing the knuckles of her hand against her mouth as she does so.

"I like to hope I still am. I've certainly managed to figure out something of science and atoms while I've been here. But it -- I sparred with Stacker Pentecost, once. With my staff and his. And it -- I leave holes, where a spell would go. I know it, he knew it, and even when I use the sword, there are still times I cast with it in hand. That's -- it's a difficult instinct to lose. Even just the hesitation where it would open up space for aiming --"

She shakes her head.

"That's mostly all I meant. I think."