Having to still feel sympathy for the young woman sitting next to her, Maggie placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and smiled, nodding a few times, as if to silently tell Calla to not lose hope. She'll have her moment with her older brother...once he's alone, that is. She turned back around to see Shaggy playing the crane game...and winning the prize inside for the blonde. Looking back at the young Blake, it felt as if, figuratively, she was being left out in the rain. 

On another part of her mind, Maggie was still confused; how could there be no witnesses, besides Emile Mondavarius? How could he be the only one making this claim, if none of the guests would be in agreement? She looked around them, still asking herself the same question, for the umpteenth time. Everybody and everything seemed to be living in a normal fashion, at least, that's what it looked like. It just didn't seem to make any sense...unless they were looking in the wrong places. 

The thought proved itself to be right, once the brunette made a suggestion. Maybe they didn't cover enough areas yet. Maggie was sipping her drink, as soon as Calla said this, until she widened her eyes, and raised her eyebrows. She placed it back down on the counter. "That's...actually [b]not[/b] a bad idea", the female Rogers agreed. Just then, the sound of Scooby running from behind the trees, and in a panicky fashion. However, it turned out to be a false alarm.