Magda's grin widened slightly at the Sister's threat, an eyebrow arched, as she started to reply. A threat of<em>spanking</em>? The Sister's self-assured calm, her tranquil gaze as she spoke, left Magda sure that she was both serious and capable - well, that or she had no idea how dangerous Magda was, and that didn't seem at all likely - but it still seemed a little ridiculous.<br/><br/>Something in the other's calm manner stopped her treating the threat as she would have at home - either a joke to be laughed at, or an insult that would leave one of them screaming and bleeding. She wanted to take the warning to heart, but ganger pride could hardly let this pass from a stranger. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips; this stranger intimidated her in a way she didn't recognise, or understand.<br/><br/>"Oh, what?" She settled for a broad grin, and a laugh. "Don't worry about it, I can keep myself out of trouble when I've gotta."<br/><br/>She was saved from saying more by the door opening, and another new entrant to the room. Magda's eyes flicked over her, up and down before meeting Stigga's eyes. This one, she took seriously at once. Hard muscle and a harder manner, looking even more out of place than Magda in these opulent surroundings; a threat to be reckoned with. Magda's left hand drifted closer to a knife hilt as she gatehred her legs under her, trying not to look threatening while ready in case something started.<br/><br/>"'Ello, Stigga - I'm Magda, out of Corridor Seven. Reckon we're gonna be friends, right?"<br/><br/>