No scars. Fantastic. "Thank you. I do appreciate it," she sighed, giving the other woman a soft smile as she leaned back in her chair. She hadn't really gotten to know the other woman well, but Vegas had been fun. The accidental honeymoon suite had been a hilarious mix up that gave Rory the chance to make a new friend.
She wasn't completely sure what all she told her in her drunken state, she could only hope that it wasn't anything about her heritage. Or her jealousy of her sister. Or, well, anything else that might be not so prudent and quite embarrassing.
That soft smile turned into an almost grimace at the mention of the wandless magic. "It's... it's an old family trick, really. Nothin' major. Mah gram taught me when I was youngah." And that was mostly the truth. Her gram had taught her and Laura, but it wasn't because she was a witch. It was because she was a Veela. Like her grandfather. Like her mother. Like half of her whole self. And while it wasn't something that she displayed, this morning had her at quite the emotional disadvantage.
Yup. No biggie.
"So, I haven't really seen ya since Vegas. What brings ya by?" If she could just make her brain busy, she figured she'd be alright. She just had to find that way. Perhaps JJ could help her do that with a little conversation.