Her interest is immediately caught, and she watches as the fabric keeps expanding as he speaks.

"Remarkable! Yes— Wait, no. Just a moment." She reaches into her satchel to retrieve a small, crudely bound journal and a piece of charcoal for writing.

"If we're going to test this properly, we need to write down everything we test and how successful it might be. Now, what did you say? Concealed from sight, touch, sound? I assume smell also, though I cannot call myself a bloodhound."