"Oh, good," Aly says. Ghosts, she could handle. Probably. And aw, man, she'd forgotten that he'd seen that. She shrugs, trying not to let her embarrassment at being caught all a-frenzy show. "You could say that." Trying to be vague isn't really her style, and she's sure that Devin will only press her.

"Planes breaching isn't fun for anyone, and Samhain is, at least back home, the time where the Veil is thinnest and most prone to being torn up by someone who has a mind to." She pronounces the Gaelic word Sow-in, and again, she tries to be casual about it. It's clear that she's not looking at the red candles just for fun, though.

"And even if the Dreaming is different and more resilient - which I'm not confident about, given the Shunts and the instability from last year--" Well, sort of last year. "--just before we left, I mean - I'm not about to take any chances."