[She crosses to the window of the office, twirling her wand at her side out of habit, watching the chaos below and stomach turning. Defending the place you live. Always seems like she's fighting for the City and the people living in it because it has become her home, there's no other way around it. It shouldn't be home, but here she is.]

I guess. But invasions and battles, they all feel the same. If you've been through enough, it all sort of... blends. You fall back into habits.

[She glances over her shoulder at him, brows knit.]

You know what I'm talking about. You move with that thing like you've had it your whole life. [Then - ] Here, sit down. You're not hurt, are you?