It took all of a few minutes in order for the scene to dissolve into a series of individual discussions and, in one case, an argument. Glaring at the arrogant mage who made snide insinuations about preparations - was having something in that circle really all that big of a deal? - she opened her mouth to say something when he pulled out a pair of panties from his bag. That incident alone was enough to get a chortle out of her and she turned her head to hide the incredulous face and strange sounds threatening to come out. 

Turning her head back towards the center of the room, she looked around as the arrogant mage who most reminded her of why she left the life of a magus to begin with began a verbal confrontation with the girl whose panties he had held in his hand. Sighing in exasperation - something she could do now that she had taken a moment to recompose herself. 

Reaching into her pocket and fiddling with her motorcycle key to hide her nerves, she glanced at Zeltrech, asking, begging, [i]imploring[/i] him to step in and say something. How [i]did[/i] all of these mages find the composure to act so carefree right under his watch, anyways?