Don't touch me.

[ She replies with complete disdain, and wipes off the spot he poked her at. ]

And no thing fucked up the sun. It was a person- a human named Michel, who must have used some kind of... what people are calling "magic" to... change the atmosphere enough to cloud the sky, or something.

[She waves around vaguely with one hand, her "fingers" floating around a little more freely.]

Either way. I'm helping you, aren't I? So don't tell me what motives I should have for doing it.