[ Still enthused by her successful spellcasting, she rocks on the heels of her boots and remains perkier than before like a painting with a new wash of color. ]

Magic, yeah. It's part of me, I guess it'll only stop working if I die ... [ Like her own magic did, sort of, when Loki blew up during Asgard's siege by Osborn. She dismisses any concerns with a wave of her hand, hitching up the unsteady smile again. ] I'm the Enchantress. Don't think too hard about your gun, okay? It's an upgrade, I know what I'm doing.

[ More than half of the time, anyway. ]