Once Joanna saw what kind of shape the tools were in, using magic to bring them back into usable condition seemed a lot more appealing when the only person around to see had magic of her own. Without magic as a shortcut, it would take days for the two of them to put everything in order. A wave of her hand and quiet "resarcīminī," had the rust flaking off, dents smoothing out, and edges straightening, and she moved on to the next jumble to be sorted.

"I've been here since the first of the year," she said as she worked, not really one for small talk either, but most newer arrivals wanted to know and it was a good start to the few things she wanted to say. "And I'm in Vintage, if you ever want or need to find me. Just please ask before making use of any plants on my patio."