If there had been a monster, Tyzias would've dispatched it by now. Probably. Hopefully? It's hard to gauge how effective she is in this world; Tyzias doesn't have a proper sense of the Kingdoms' power scaling yet, or how much her physical abilities are worth a damn in a place where magic is this prominent. At least she has ridiculously overpowered gear to fall back on if all else fails.

Sleep-deprived rambling aside, Tyzias pries herself off the floor next a huge pile of books at Aziraphale's voice. She looks at him like he's a complete idiot, with a scowl that could probably curdle milk.

"Reading."