"I worked as part of a team." Raven replied. "I'm....definitely still seen as creepy. But it helps. My team-mates, if no one else, don't find me creepy either." They'd made that clear to her. As had her friends on the train.

Considering there had always been the faint undercurrent of worry among most of the monks on Azarath, no wonder Raven felt she was creepy.

Raven took her notebook back, scribbling some notes--mostly about how the entity recognized his magic, and what it had done (or not done) so far with that knowledge. She was thinking while she made the notes, before stuffing that back in her bag, and tucking that under her cloak so it now concealed her fully.

"You have knowledge though, that I don't have." A hint of smile on one corner of her mouth. "You're also the God of Magic, after all. And you've been on the other side of this city's forces." A plan was forming in Raven's head, especially since a few feelers had been put out about her idea for a safe house already. "Firstly, provided I can get these set up--they'd be open to allies as well. But secondly, and more importantly, you can help misdirect the forces from our safe-houses if need be."