“Yes, thank you. A cup would be lovely.” The words sound a little automatic, her face blank.
There follows a small moment of quiet, broken only by the soft clinks of tea being prepared.
“You will not find” said Jane, staring off to the side “any Alexia Inferno Border Uncertainty Crystalline Formations for sale, I think. To get any of useful size the portal needs to have been open for a while, and they are incredibly fragile until they are treated.” She pauses, begins to speak, pauses again “all the portals being shut down sounds wonderful, but the demons will still be here, since Hell has been emptied into our world. My family would still need to face the danger of the wastes to deliver the messages. Replacing the crystal would be… almost impossible” her lips twist “But the demons couldn’t come back once we had killed them, the way they seem to now…” She takes the tea from Doctor Daniel, her expression remote, considering.
She lifts the cup “Lots of Robins died to get the JAB crystals; we don’t have a lot of spares.” The cup returns to the saucer with a slight clink.
“I… I am possibly one of the best still living experts on the crystals.” She stares into the tea. “Since Alexia herself was killed. I understand what you are asking for and why, and one crystal would not be enough. You would need several smaller crystals, ideally from one source so that they resonated exactly with each other. What you are asking is not to borrow a crystal, but to destroy one.” She takes a deep breath “a large and rare one, such as the one I carried through hell for two months for the ICT. I could be wrong” she adds, mostly to herself “maybe several smaller crystals would work without having to… no, we would… and I guess the portal we would come out of would be closed, and might lead to somewhere on the other side of the world anyway…”
Her eyes rise to take in the ICT through the hatch “Did you know, the ICT on Skye was working when I was lost? And I had just managed to harvest the crystal needed for the central processor and get it to my Coach Guards. I only harvested and carried that particular crystal out of… superstition I suppose. The Royal Mail always makes it though; not rain, nor snow, nor hellfire… I felt that if I still had the crystal to deliver, I would make it. And when I arrived to find this ICT broken, it felt like fate, just a little.
“I… I can… make some inquiries for you. And think. Thank you for the tea.” She places the untouched tea down on the bench and walks out.