Still poking holes in the dirt, she considers that for a moment. "...That's definitely better...."

Ah. Hold on.

"...Ummm....Strange-oji?" she asks, staring even as she continues the work. She's awful good at that. "...If all the other fae ignore her... ...would they know if Mr. Ignatius was taken away?"

Suddenly, that iron experimentation point is leaving a rather nauseating taste in her mouth.