When the chair had completed reassembling itself and was once again whole, Hazel watched with some interest as Brock sat himself down and tested its stability. A short laugh escaped her mouth, which she quickly hid with her hand, a few freckles brought to view under the light across her knuckles. Magic was certainly a thing of great wonder. There was no doubt about that. But it was almost mythical in itself, the almost-childlike way the detective peered at the chair and then sat on it, accepting it for what it was once it studiously held up under his weight. The tiny smile remained on her lips as she listened to the two men closest to her speak. The world was a terrible and yet wonderful place if you saw it for what it was. And with a 'human' having walked directly into a 'supernatural' safe haven, it was surely leaning towards the wonderful at the moment.<br/><br/>Realizing that she'd been addressed, her bright eyes settled upon Colin. After a moments delay, she dips her head apologetically and murmurs, "That's extremely kind of you. If you don't mind." Her gaze flickered between where Colin was standing behind the bar and where Chance and Brock remain at the countertop. When she glances away, she's once again drawn into her own mind. The ice had started melting on the glass she'd recently emptied and she watched the condensation begin to gather on the outside of the glass for a long moment. She sees pouring rain for a second, blinks, and then it's gone. The boisterous voice from before snaps her focus back to the present.<br/><br/>"Is this a party?" She answers in return, glancing at the other few pairs or solitary 'people' strewn through the bar, before her hazel eyes settle upon the so-far-unnamed man. "Doesn't seem to be much really happening. Besides the chair breaking, that is." The subtle smile that quirked her lips was friendly. It might've been considered a long time since she'd tried to be less of an introvert, but now was as good a time as any, in this violence-free bar. "Not that that's at all a bad thing." Her thick tresses of red-auburn are brushed back over her shoulder absently, her eyes still roving the man's features before politely averting her gaze.