Danica paled slightly as she heard she couldn't go home, how would that go over with her sister? She paled further when she had heard that the witch had died, blinking. She hadn't meant to kill her, she didn't know the witch's power was so...weak. Their most powerful witches? They certainly hadn't withstanded her power.
"Whatever device they used to pull that demon through won't work unless you know how to realign its power." Danica said quietly, putting down the food and drink and clearing her throat slightly. There was no time for weakness. "That demon didn't come from where I came from." She had felt that accutely, had it been from her world, it would not have attacked her as it had. She didn't know where they were going, what Virginia was, and who the Confederates were, but she did know that she had just joined this war wether she liked it or not. If the city was above ground, it would be easy to overtake if the human soldiers knew anything of war.
"Are there going to be more of these rifles?" She asked, pure magic like that, however, would cause a problem. "And can I get some shoes?" She drew her feet beneath her, shifting in her seat. It was not the most comfortable positions to sit in, but she'd have to manage until she got some shoes. "And maybe some clothes..." She was hardly clothed if she was going to help them, being dressed in the type of clothing dancers from the coven bore was not what she would wear everyday. If she were a guy, it would be a different story!
Regarding everyone, she waited for any response, feeling uncomfortable, and out of place among these humans. This was why she didn't like humans sometimes. At least the demons and other races of her world adored her, despite her unwillingness to accept that fact.