Madeleine watches Lios leave for longer than she really has time for. The power of her posture, and that otherworldly quality she possesses even when she's fully 'off' really draws the eye. It was only natural that she'd feel compelled to stare; the woman truly was beautiful.

An errant screwdriver rolls off of a pile of junk and clanks against Madeleine's toe. She looks down at it, and then at the rest of the stuff that is suddenly her sole responsibility to get upstairs. She clutches Machia's leg a little tighter, and her eyes fall on the box that Lios had sworn to handle for her, no matter what. 

She sighs.

"...I knew it. She hates me, after all."

On the other hand!

There are much worse things Lios Emiral could have done than walk away. Like stay and help. Madeleine's eyebrows lift so high they disappear into her bangs as she beholds the carnage that has become of Machia's apartment. This is a disaster waiting to happen. The very last thing she needs (other than whatever this is), is an extra victim on hand to get possessed. 

"As in... something like a kasa-obake? Or did you mean to rip the leg off of a more complete spirit? I wouldn't say I recommend it, either way. I can count on one hand... the number of friendly spirits that haunt this part of the world. And none of those are strong enough to-- wait. How long have you been researching this?"

Madeleine is moving in a slow circle around the room, not daring to touch anything, lest she should set off a ritual that Machia hasn't properly accounted for. That this is moving her closer to the fridge is immaterial. Ish. Do not waste a disaster, as they say. Whatever else might happen, she would at least make sure this cake made it to where it was supposed to go. It could wait there. It could rot there, for all she cared. It just had to [i]be[/i] there. 

"I thought I threw most of this out already," she says with a frown, "Are you really attempting to construct a [i]bagua[/i] with it?"

She closes the door to the fridge without much caution. There's no point in being sneaky right now. Nobody is going to notice, with everything the way it is. Speaking of things being the way they are, there is a dangerous buildup of magical energy inside this place. She frowns and rises to her full height, sweeping her ponytail back behind her shoulders. In her paint-spattered athletic wear she looks like the least spiritually attuned element in the entire room, and yet she was the only one prepared for what might happen.

She twists her head about, searching. What's even in this place that she could use for exorcism? Other than the anvil in the corner, she supposes. She reaches out across the room, palm open and extended toward Machia.

"Please hand me that wand. You do not need to do this. You do not [i]want[/i] to do this. I am asking you to... no, I am telling you, I have carried enough ghosts in me to last us both a lifetime. Do you understand that you've inverted those trigrams? This is a very bad idea."