Her eyebrows went up. "You know, I think I like that idea. You can fly?" Witches could fly on the Discworld, bur much like here they needed a broomstick to do it. Banshees flew without aid, but...well, they were banshees.

The idea of someone standing around her and absorbing her powers...oh dear. "I might have to warn you about a few of them, and maybe teach you how to use them," she said. "Though some you might already have--walking through walls, things like that. The main one that takes some getting used to is THE VOICE." The last two words had strange harmonics, and would not pass through the ears so much as manifest in the brain. "Something I inherited from my grandfather, though it's more...soul genetics than physical, I'm afraid."