Brigid sips her tea. She's still fond of the floral teas but she does miss a good cup of Starbucks.

"It's not kind, no." She sighs. "That would be your soul-gem. As near as I understand it, and I'm sure Zatanna would be able to tell you more, your soul is now housed in that gem. Don't get separated from it." Brigid has hers on her at all times.

She settles back in her chair. "There are people who have been here for years. They are all rather smart, and they're still stuck here." She smiles a bit, soft around the edges as she thinks of Jackie. "And it's not all bad."