She opens her mouth to snap that of course it's a 'no,' but then shuts it, peering closely at him. The shadows on his face have a bright silver edge to them that isn't very much like Mel's red edge, but it's more like Mel's shadows than anyone else's she seen. It makes them harder to read than a run-of-the-mill human's, or even those of the partbloods she knows. Harder, but not impossible... and his shadows suggest that he's not lying to her. If there's some kind of enormous joke happening, here - and she's still not willing to rule that out, if only because the alternative is so carthaginian awful - he's not in on it.

"That's a no," she confirms, still frustrated, but at least not directing it at him. "I may have gone farther than, um, normal." 'Normal' pretty much just being to Con's place and back, which might actually be a fair distance (she's never really been able to peg where it is in terms of normal, human geography), but at least it's familiar. And the whole point of having this necklace is that it keeps her from going astray (and from losing her clothes, so maybe she should thank it for at least performing half its duties, except she isn't in a very Thank You mood right now).