Lavinia chuckled softly as the banter eased her alarm at the connections her imagination made at the otherwise pleasent tingling senstaion.  She relaxed the arms that was huggling herself and took a firmer grip on her umbrella, raising it slightly so that it wouldn't hit any of the taller men in the head.  "Don't worry about torches," she calls out, "If the lighting fails, I have a spell for light."