When asked to sit, Winnifred didn't sit.  The amount of mages in the room didn't inspire confidence; she didn't let anything outwardly show, because to be honest she looked like she was either about to fall asleep or feared death at all times anyway.  This was, after all, what she signed up for...if she had imagined that mages would be a smaller portion of the crew, instead of the majority.  Really, once everyone started filing in and she started noticing their flippant discussion of magecraft and European accents, she started shutting up.  Trust wasn't afforded to them this easily.  As an additional note, it's important to mention that Winnifred's notif-noise was simulated dog barking.

Many of the specifics in terms were flying over her head as Leonardo discussed them, but they wouldn't after.  She was making detailed notes of everything said in very hurried scrawl on a small notepad, marking out all of the unknown terms used (most of them) to be noted later.  Winnifred then held her hand up to speak and absolutely required Leonardo to indicate her if she was going to go on; speaking out of turn was death.  Her voice was quiet, as usual, but hopefully all the people with their nice outfits shuffling around didn't drown it out: "Two questions, in order."

"One, you speak about the 'magecraft world of Millhaven'.  How large is the number of mages per capita meant to imply in relation to the general population of Millhaven?  This isn't a small city for a coastal tourist location by regional standards, but I haven't seen any mages that need to be dealt with in my time outdoors at night yet."

"Two, though I acknowledge this as unlikely in the immediate future, in the event of manifestation becoming an inevitability...are we supposed to use [i]all measures[/i] to contain the threat?  Regardless of our client's attachments to the host."