After somebody had agreed to show her to her apartment building, Mag had warily set the piece of tech down and sat down on the steps of the library. She wasn't really in the mood to speak with the harbinger of the apocalypse or the people who had mistaken her for a slayer or whatever. She was sort of shaken by the sudden change of scenery, but she couldn't say she didn't want to be here. That wasn't exactly true. Compared to where she'd been only minutes ago, this place was practically paradise. That didn't change the fact that there was something eerily wrong about the idealistic city that surrounded her, or that she wished her Whiskey or Caroline or even Zone was there with her. She'd feel better with somebody who wasn't a stranger around.
Sitting on the stairs of the library, Mag drew her knees up to her chest and buried her head in her arms, curling up into a little ball. She felt tiny and alone and like things were about to get a lot worse really fast.