"Yeah." Hands now on her hips, Sam shrugged. "From your mention of magic---I mean, man, why else would you ask?---and the way you were trippin' over talking about the broom. Which is just a broom, and not a back-up if the stree'doo breaks down."

She looked to Hiro (to and at, appraising,) and offered him a small smile. "It's funny. Before coming here and having the whole thing slowly grow into one of the city's worst-kept secrets, I never really thought of myself as anything so specific, aside of 'me.' But I guess 'witch' is as good a word as any."