"Hi, Willow." Paul takes a breath. He tries to focus on her words, even though he still wants to freak out over what just happened-- plan, plan, plan. There's information here, he just has to stay focused in order to keep dealing with it.

"What's... how does one define that public building aspect?" he asks, face contorted in a grimace of discomfort at the moment. "I've heard the whole you-have-to-live-there thing. Does that negate it being a public building?

"...and sorry if I'm knee-jerky about the whole witch thing. This time last year I didn't know magic was real. Still a hell of an adjustment."