Lilith took another bite of the synth-chicken wing she was holding, slowly, and making sure Jane could see her fangs pierce the tender meat.

"I,, uhh, oh fuck…​" Jane’s voice trailed off as she watched, mesmerized by the juice dripping from the sharp teeth of her date.

So rift travel, huh. Must’ve been one hell of a rock you’ve been living under if you’ve really never heard of it.

I can’t really give you all the details, on account of me being neither a witch nor a gate engineer myself, but you’ll get the "pilot who’s flirted with her fair share of witches"'s perspective.