[ Why wouldn't she lose her temper... Four months of calculations, and preparing to work out the formula to help draw water to help once rich farmland slowly turning into a dust bowl... And now there's a blue box in the middle of her Alchemic circle... ]

Give me three reasons not to. [ Her right wrist taps the tattoo on her hip and a small stream of water starts to bubble up to her hand. ] And might want to talk fast before I alert the town guard that someone broke into my lab. How did you break in by the way?