The Witch smiles, her eyes bright as she turns around. "Yes and no," she admits. "You sound a bit put upon. I guess showing up in strange new places isn't your favorite thing?"

She's picked up a pall from seemingly nowhere, rolling it between her hands and making a quiet humming noise as she does. She's not doing anything malicious, just recharging her little toy with her own energies. It's a muli-purpose little thing that she happens to favor more than anything else she has on her.