Mag lays on the floor, completely exhausted and unmoving from her ordeal. After a moment, her fingers twitch and she slowly gets up. Her eyes are glazed and foggy, like a dloos eyes are, though gradually they return to normal as she processes Alhanda's voice. She slowly sits up, her systems taking a momnt to get back into whack. She looks down at a pouch on her hip for a breif second, then seems to decide against whatever she's thinking. She straightens up and rushes at the wall, simply tearing through it and following Chiro's scent as easily a if she could see him. She pauses at the fire, taking a moment to smash the ceiling down to smother the flames, not willing to feel their bite again. A timely distraction, but one that allows her to continue on unharmed.