Caspar is passing through the Plaza, a dry-cleaning bag draped over his shoulder. He's faster at recognizing Hunter this time, and based on what he already knows, he's well-aware that the question is not hypothetical.

"I'd find a weakness in those abilities, and then I'd exploit it." It might as well be the Cylon motto. He frowns, taking in the protection rune. "What happened? More witch trouble?"