"Oh, I see!" Eliot says. Trust Janet to pull probably the hottest British lady in this weird bubble dimension. He looks at Susan with new eyes. She sort of seems too uptight for Janet, but she hadn't blinked at the fetish thing, so Eliot guesses you can't always judge a book by its cover. Susan's cover, he suspects, would be leather-bound and embellished. "Are you a magician too?"