There was that word again. Mortals. Solomon may have been using it just because it was a term Saffron would recognise, but more likely he was just as used to it as she was. That propensity was another indication of the arrogance and entitlement of sorcerers, since it wasn't as if any of them were actually immortal. At least, as far as Paddy knew.

But he let the term slide without a word, because it wasn't the issue at stake here. "Her name is Janet," he answered. "Incredible woman with a big heart, and fiercely protective of everyone there. There's no main list of occupants in the shelter, so in order to know that Saffron is there, they'd have to either see her there, or ask Janet in person." Seeing Saffron there wouldn't be possible without already suspecting it as Saffron's safehouse, and Janet... Janet would never give out personal information like that in a million years. The thought of her saying something to mysterious men was laughable enough to show in Paddy's tone of voice as he spoke. "As to oddities, I... wouldn't be surprised if she's already seen a few in her lifetime. I doubt any sort of wanton display of magic would keep her from helping anyone who needed it."

No, Janet would put herself in harm's way for the girls in that shelter. That, Paddy was confident, would be enough. And if Solomon's own people would be keeping watch... people like Skulduggery Pleasant, if not actually the skeleton detective himself? That would be more than enough. The problem, then, was what to do if and when more Necromancers followed in Solomon's footsteps. Paddy's church could only be a safe place for so long.

"Magic!?" Sean blurted before catching himself, staring wide-eyed from Solomon to Saffron and back to his uncle. Paddy put a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I'll explain everything later," he promised once again. "For now, just know that you can't tell anyone else. Not even your mother."