"Nonsense, I have seen the Russians dance." Mab replied, obviously not referring to ballet. This was more the drunken revelry. The Russians were insane for mortals.

She smiled a little and seemed to pull a card out of nowhere, offering it to the witch. "If your dire expectations are realized you may contact me." Of course, the phone won't work in this realm. But it never hurts to give a witch a way to contact you. Especially in the current climate in London.