Madoka hugs herself tightly, shuddering.  "It can't be alright... our new home has been atomized... our mentor and our teachers killed, our allies are all dead, save for ourselves."<br/><br/>She looks around, at the others, sighing, and guestures to the simple leotard like garb she had been sleeping in.  "All my gear was outside.  I managed to grab my Spellbook and belt, but I've no food, bedroll, or anything..."<br/><br/>She looks around.  "I was trying to get some rest so I could study my spells... I felt ready this morning... perhaps I am ready to use magic, finally."