Or cutting the veil, if they're as magical as you say.

[and she's stepping on the railing pretty easily, slow and carefully balanced and walking in a direction that might force him to keep up.]

But that sort of thing is entirely against the rules.

[pivoting so quickly it would probably have thrown a lesser actress off, she looks at him.]

Anyway, if it's on the caliber of whatever brought us here, it could very well go and undo it, couldn't it? Go and return us back to our lives?

[or aid in the dearest wishes of one's heart, and for a second, she looks slightly lost, her hand going into her pocket to stroke the metal. she could cut everything into a new shape, if she tried.]