"No pain, no gain," Mags agreed with Aramis, giving him a warm grin. It was her way of saying If one does not plough, there will be no harvest.

New Orleans and London was...an interesting mix. One that Mags might not have seen coming. The girl's English was so crisp and proper. Mags enjoyed the sound of it, though.

"I might have guessed, but I didn't want to assume," Mags nodded at Brianna, sliding a sandwich towards her. Mags herself assumed that they'd just sit at the kitchen table.

"I pretty much grew up in Hell's Kitchen, though I've spent quite a lot of time in Connecticut. And, you know, summers here when my powers kicked in."