If Ange's pokerface was any weaker than it is, she definitely would have snorted at the usage of dipshits. It's just the perfect timing. The perfect way to word it.

The girl is way too used to suppressing her own amusement though, keeping it on the inside. Sure, she feels it, but it doesn't show up on her face, which is pretty much as relatively emotionless as it has been this entire time so far.

"You could be doing other stuff with it," Ange remarks with a slight shrug. "That's what happens when I come from. People have all sorts of amazing powers, but all they use it for is showing off with completely useless stuff, while there's actual people out there who need help."

Stupid witches. It's been months upon months since she's been in her own world, but no, she still isn't even close to being over it!