::Erin sits quietly, on a wooden crate in a large warehouse. Why she's chosen this location to meet Ryland, we'll never know. Ever.

Well, maybe unless you ask her or something. But that'd be too easy.

Anyway.

She gazes around idly, no magazine this time, and looks down at her knees which rest together as her feet splay beneath them. She pushes her hair behind her ear, then gets up with a somewhat weary air when Ryland appears in a warm glow of yellow light.::

::Ryland blinks hard a few times and looks around, mildly confused.::

"Whoa."

::His dark eyes dart to Erin.::

"What the..? Where the hell am I?!"

::Opening your eyes and suddenly finding yourself in a large warehouse is never fun. It's scary, really.::

"You're in a warehouse. A box warehouse. Where boxes, much like this one, are kept."

::She had gestured to the wooden crate she'd been sitting on when it was appropriate. She smiles shakily, and offers the witch her hand.::

"I'm Erin."

::Ryland explores the room the with his eyes as he slowly reaches out to meet his hand with Erin's.::

"Ryland. Care to explain why I'm in a box factory? Where boxes are made..."

::He speaks the last part quietly, trailing off as he pulls his hand away.::

"You can tell?"

::Erin glances around, her hand dropping loosely to her side. There are boxes. Everywhere. Boxes that contain boxes that contain boxes. She shrugs, not that bothered about it.::

"It doesn't matter. That's why you're here. Because it doesn't matter."

::The guide sighs. She looks upset. But she pushes it aside with a smile.::

"What you are here for is to learn about your powers. Then immediately forget everything, or, most of what I tell you, which renders all of this pretty null and void. But who's caring about that, right? Who cares that my job is utterly and completely pointless?"

::She fixes Ryland with a big, daring smile.::

::Ryland just stares at Erin's smile before he takes a deep breath, her words catching up to him.::

"Powers?"

"Yeah, totally. Powers."

::Ryland sighs again.::

"Okay. Go on."

::He mimics the motion of a forward moving tire with his hand.::

::Erin raises an eyebrow, a little annoyed by this action. She's about to tell him something incredible and he's bored? She files it away as a grudge to be held against him far into the future, when he needs her the most. That'll show him. Raising her own hand, Erin moves it through the air across Ryland's face, casting a shadow over his features that shouldn't be there if it was supposed to be explained by the sun or a light. She looks at her palm and nods casually.::

"It's a good power. You can open doors. You have the entire world at your fingertips."

::She allows herself to smile slightly now. She really is quite impressed with this one.::