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[color=darkorange]"H-huh?"[/color] The noise that escaped Mag wasn't the sound of someone that dealt well with any confrontation, much less being yelled at by random strangers. Beyond a token effort to get her hand free she didn't do much to fight back, flinching as the girl kicked her book and peering anxiously at it in the fear that one of the pages might have been torn. Not sure whether to try and look at that or the new arrival, she eventually settled for turning around. After all, she'd probably just kick it again if Mag tried checking, right?

[color=darkorange]"I wasn't going to-"[/color] Okay, yes she was, the denial was just a default reaction. The world's most unconvincing defence mechanism, not helped by the fact that it took about two seconds of looking wide-eyed at her accuser before her resolve broke. She was right, it probably wouldn't have worked anyway. [color=darkorange]"Um. Sorry?"[/color] Was that the right thing to say? She couldn't really feel sure.

Why couldn't she have been more subtle about trying to use her power? But... no-one else had seen, and this was now way more conspicuous than a girl just looking through a notebook. Besides, it wasn't like Mag really wanted to be here anyway, and she definitely didn't want to watch the Protectorate people die. Well, she didn't want to watch anyone die, but especially not the good people - even if them being here made her less sure about the 'good' part.

Anyway. Strange girl. Had her wrist. [color=darkorange]"I mean, um, I can go."[/color] Nodding hesitantly, Mag wasn't really up for trying to disagree on something as seemingly minor as this. Besides, she didn't have much reason to stick around anyway. There wasn't much here in the way of food, and what little cash she'd gotten a hold of would be better to take somewhere else. Clutching her book tightly, she looked towards the door, clearly waiting for the other girl to take the lead. Easier to listen to other people when things were this stressful.