Relaxing more fully as Stigga set herself down beside Verdania, Magda made her hand drift away from the knife. Not that she thought the feral warrior any less dangerous seated, but her attiude was reassuringly empty of violence<em>right now</em>. And the Boss had chosen everyone here, after all; unlikely anyone was going to start killing on a first meeting. She felt the weight of the warrior's gaze, before it moved on without comment to Magnus.<br/><br/>The nobleman's words helped her relax, drawing a laugh from her. "Oh, what? See you, Mr Fourteen, don't be looking at me for your keen insights!"<br/><br/>"Nah, Sis had the right of it - I've a smart mouth on me, not a brain. She was right about the other thing, though. Reckon we're gonna be a tight crew or a dead one, in this job."<br/><br/>She shook her head and grinned at him, meeting his predator's gaze with her own. "Good thing you're right, too - least ways, our Inquisitor's a good judge. So what'd he pick you up for? I doubt it was just your fashion sense."