You know. [She waggles a hand vaguely.] It's s-supposed to have repellent effects? They use it in stories all the time. Some Christian texts claim that it can d-drive out demons or cure illnesses, and in Hinduism it purifies the soul and combats evil. In Eastern Europe, they thought if you sprinkled it over a c-corpse you believed was a vampire, it would destroy it.

[All this useless trivia might finally see some practical use. Not that she's a fan of horror. Not in the slightest, it might be one of her least favourite genres. But mythology and all its derivatives? That's the sort of ephemera she'll have knocking around her head until she goes senile.

Still, having to consider gathering wooden stakes and garlic is enough to make her senile. Fukawa pulls a face.]

Though I hope we won't have to take that crap seriously. I'd rather eat glass. This whole set up is a joke. If it w-weren't for the trick with the door...

[Or with time-travel. She lets the thought settle between them unspoken.]